All the Freaky People
Um…
So there’s a guy across the street yelling at the top of his lungs. It happens. Most of the time, when this happens, the message that is being screamed is largely incomprehensible. But not this time.
This time, the guy across the street is yelling the lyrics to “Angels We Have Heard on High.” As loud as he can. Every verse. It’s hard to say, but he might even be a little pissed about it.
I get back to my desk and Michael Franti & Spearhead are on the radio, in the middle of ”Stay Human”…
All the freaky people make the beauty of the world.
Gloria in Excelsis Deo seems about right.
This happens where you live, doesn’t it?
2 Ripples from “All the Freaky People”
Kevin says:
March 11, 2005 at 8:03 pm
Sadly, no. But at a former apartment, a strange woman tried to sell me a pair of shoes. That’s got to count for something.
zalm says:
March 14, 2005 at 2:03 am
hmmm… i haven’t been offered shoes yet. but there’s always next week.
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