He used to prowl around the centre of town about the time I worked in city centre pubs, so I'd see him quite often.
Great big bloke, with Guevera-esque hair, always dressed head to toe in military looking khakis, army boots, and even sometime a little beret. Would march around at double time, great big lolloping strides. Never heard him speak, but if you caught his eye while he was walking towards you he'd give you a really big wide cheesy grin, that seemed to say "I'm on a mission, and I'm happy."
There some nutcase that swears he can hear owls as well.
Posted By: Arizona Bay, Sep 22, 11:07:10
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