Ever take the time to observe random people as they live their lives? People you don’t know? Ever wonder what the rest of their story is? what you can’t know just by looking?……. Or can you?
Picture this: Its early on a tuesday morning. From the window at the gym I can see a guy standing at the Muni stop waiting for the F-Market to show up. He’s probably in his early 30′s. Standing there, with a slight ponch to his stomach, wearing a montley outfit. His hat that looks like like a cross between a cowboy hat and an austrialian outback hat (the kind with the big floppy brim – pinned up on one side – though his was down). His shirt is powder blue with that little piping above the snap pockets that look like they belong in a rodeo. His pants aren’t quite jeans… they aren’t quite cords… they aren’t quite slacks. they’re something somewhere in that odd place where all three would intersect… His shoes are tennis shoes that have seen a lot of wear… brown… floppy… with three darker brown stripes on the outsides and frayed laces that seem to refuse to stay tied.
In one arm he carries a a small boom box… you know – the kind that you find at target for $30 or so – rounded corners – about the size of a couple of boxes of kleenex – cassette tape player… And its in a plastic bag… like a vegetable bag with a twist-tie keeping it shut.
In the other hand he has a vinyl bag that almost resembles a bowling ball bag.. almost but not quite… with stripes down the side and plastic handles. And the zipper on the top is open because it is too full to close without ripping the zipper away from the vinyl. And through the top you can see what looks to be a Whitman’s Sampler peeking through the gap.
While waiting for the street car he leans over the rail to catch the attention of someone he knows. The person stands facing him and away from me. He (or she) is wearing all black including a black cowboy hat – a real one – like the bad guy on bonanza would wear.. A black leather jacket, black jeans, and black boots.. And out from under the hat you can see shoulder length wavy light blonde hair flowing out.. Slightly unkempt but not ratty… They talk briefly before the street car shows up and he scurrys off, bags in hand to head off for the day.
Now take it from there: What is this guy’s story? Where is he off to? Where has he come from? What is his story?
Here’s my guess… what is yours?
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