However Sniffy The Communist is sticking around. I saw him last Sunday on his bicycle going through the intersection of these two streets, Hutchison and Savannah. And although four doors up from where my cousin lives, I'm trying not to read too much into that. Sniff could simply live around there and I could be wrong about him. He could be as innocent as a newborn baby, not involved with any Fifth Column BS. But that's hard to believe after what happened the next day. Every time I turned around, there he was.
Monday (03/03/03) I'm walking down the street when I see him
standing in an apartment building doorway.
Next I'm down at The Dragon Weir and he comes in and sits at the counter
next to me, with a copy of 'Das Kapital' no less.
Poor Sniffy. He must have some
form of Tourette's syndrome because whenever I stared at him his face went wild
with tics - his eyebrow got all twitchy, then his nose, then corner of his mouth,
then his chin. This continued as long
as I was staring. As soon as I lookd away
the tics stop. I saw this in my peripheral. But as soon as I turned back and stared at him some more he started twitching
again. I look away the twitching
stopped. I look at him again the
twitching resumed. Back and forth I
keep this up until I finish my mocha.
Then I leave. And this isn't the first time this has
happened either.
So what's the Sniff meister up to? Is he trying to get me to scream, "Stop using illegal
software to read my Emails to Sweetie Pie?"
If he thinks I'm going to say something to him about it, he's going to be twitching
for a long long time.
Anyway that's life in Squirrel Hill, my own little Istanbul.
And I still have a bug up my ass
about The Clintons and it's called Mothra. Talk to you later.
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