Don't worry. I'm not getting them. More in a second.
This rainy weather is seriously slowing me down. I didn't walk to work. I strolled. I contemplated taking a seat on one of the benches, but figured the rain would drop any minute. I pushed on.
If you've been to New York, you never know who you will encounter. Today's featured freakshow was this older man, mid to late 60s. Professional. Suit. Nice raincoat. Expensive briefcase. On his way to work. With the most disgusting hairplugs. I don't know if they were bloody. Or if the hair dye had collected around the little plugs. Or what. But it was by far the worst thing I've seen in a while.
Now. Back to me. Is it too early for a nap?