7. Something strange
That night I went home with lots to think about. This was all happening to suddenly it was hard to believe it was real. As I sat in bed about to turn out the lights I thought about this mans "talent." I still never got his name. Tomorrow i'm supposed to meet him somewhere again, he says what he wants to tell me is better seen first than described.
I wish I knew what was persuading me to keep talking to this man. Yes, he was intriguing but that wasn't the only thing that drew me to him either. Something was missing and yet it seemed like one of those things that should be obvious.
Tomorrow at the same time I met him today he wants me to meet him off casper street three blocks down from the local mom and paps bakery.
I don't understand why he would just ask me to do these things with him and then tell me things that would seem extremely queer to normal people. But maybe thats his point, im not "normal" because i'm not reacting like I should to his attention.
The more I think about it all the more I confuse myself. So I fall back under the confines of my bed and turn out the lamp light.