I’m strange, you’re strange

August 25th, 2009 by aarondietz

So the other day I was outside the building where I work and I saw the guy that’s always out there, sitting on the metal railing.

And I said to myself, “That guy is always out here. That’s so weird. What does he do?”

And then he started talking to himself, and I said, “And he’s always talking to himself. That’s so strange. What a weirdo.”

2 Responses to “I’m strange, you’re strange”

  1. Bud Smith Says:

    There’s a woman here always leaning against the wrought iron fence by the church. I watched her watch a stray dog take a shit last autumn, then I said to her, “You don’t have anything better to do with your time than watch stray dogs take shits?”

  2. admin Says:

    That is such a good beginning to a one act play.

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