A few days before we got the orders to all wear masks, I went down the street to get some things from the drug store. About a block from my apartment, I was joined by a very talkative guy. Unless they feel threatening, I don’t have a problem talking with strangers, even those who seem a little abnormal. I have mental illness in my family and in my self, so I just don’t get alarmed unless there’s a reason. I do steel myself against requests for money, and I have a few protection devices, so I feel safe enough.
Turns out, this guy was going to the drug store, too. I didn’t have to worry about making conversation, he could carry it off all by himself. He carried a shopping bag full of stuff, and a pair of white shoes with what looked like red springs in the soles. I soon realized he had a compulsion to pick things up. He picked dandelions for me from a vacant lot. He followed me around the store a bit and I was getting worried that I’d have to seek out the manager, but eventually he was distracted by someone else, so I got my stuff and came home.
I’ve been meaning to do a visual journal post about him, but though I have all the time in the world, I can’t seem to get much done. I am trying to spend some time drawing each day. So here’s my story or that day, whatever day it was, in the month of whatever on the date of whenever. I let him speak for himself…
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