Not a full moon in sight
On the walk home from work tonight I noticed an older looking dude walking in the opposite direction to me. The reason I noticed him was because he was rocking an oiled grey hair, slick brown jacket, and trouser lady killing combo. The dude was dapper as shit.If I had a hat on I would have tipped it in his direction. I continued to mentally give him props such at these as we crossed by each other. It was at that precise moment that he rocked his head back and started baying like a wolf. When I say baying I guess I mean a soft howling really. He wasn’t busting a lung or anything but you could still tell that he really meant it.
Now I’m not sure if he was trying to tell me something and even if he was it didn’t matter much because all I could do was turn and dumbly watch as he continued strutting up the street making other dog-type noises. Everyone was watching him without looking at him.
This was a man operating at a whole other level. He could teach me things.
