Monday, June 02, 2008
Best Laid Plans, part two
I was trying to wrap my brain around him, there was something very unreal, almost cartoonish about what I was seeing.
And then he moved. sort of. Responding to something in the Friday din, he cocked his head suddenly to one side. After holding it there for a few seconds, he suddenly jerked his head the other direction, cocked slightly like he was listening to something. Then again, looking up, looking left, and then settling back facing forward, he focused on his drink. Regarding it as if it didn't exist a moment before, he quickly bobbed his head down and took a sip, quickly returning to his original forward gaze.
Some people tried to start a conversation with him, but he had none of it. It was as if he existed in a reality just slightly sideways to ours. He repeated the cycle a few times, cocking his head quickly to a side, then rediscovering his drink again, then staring off. Then I realized what I was seeing. It was. He was..
sigh.
He was a human chicken.
