I've had strange people do strange things to and around me for years. Some of them are a continuing pattern and some of them are merely sporadic events.
One of the recurring ones is big guys with lots of tattoos coming up to me and wanting to hang out. Hardcore thugs that are obviously tweaking thier brains out want to party with me and tell me their life story in fourty seconds or less.
I've learned to live with this even though my friends are constantly amazed. Another recurring one is people fainting around me. Going to the store I will find an unconscious person (not a bum or drug addict - people wearing suits or other expensive clothes) on the corner. Or they just drop right in front of me. Old people and young.
SPORDADIC EVENTS:
A mechanic who worked with my brother offered me a ride. We bought a CD and listened to it on his new car player, when suddenly he said, "I've got an idea!" He drove out to a remote area, pulled a gun from the median, and fired it four times inches from my face at one of those phone boxes. He laughed and we drove back listening to tunes. I've never seen him since.
A young woman (aged 16 I would guess or younger) walked up to me in the street, cupped her breasts and said, "Are these lopsided?"
A man walked up to my friend and I and said, "The blind leading the blind" in a weird whiny voice. Really creepy.
There are many others, but I really want to refrain from disclosing them. Just one last thing. In Spanish classes it is common for everyone to tell what their birthday is when you are learning the months. I found out this way that everyone in my Spanish class was born in December (including me on the first). Also, I've always been interested in U.F.O.'s since I met Morgan Whitehouse, a guy who moved to Rosewell, New Mexico. I got into it when I went to visit him years ago. I've always been interested in the C.I.A. as well since my Uncle almost worked for them. Anyway, I found out that the girl in my Spanish class where everyone was born in December has a husband who works for the military C.I.A. Interesting that the main person that talks to me has a husband in the intelligence field.
Kinda weird. Oh, well. California is full of crazy people. I guess I should either stop wearing all black or move out of this crazy town.
