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I met this man four days ago. He sat next to a brick wall in the shadows. His hair was long and gray. A beard covered his aged face. Crow's feet made the corners of his eyes pulled down on his skin giving him the impression that he was sad all the time. He smelled like fish. He told me that he once ran around the world, oceans and all, in 4 days flat. I laughed at this, calling him a lunatic. "No one could do that!" I said in between fits of laughter. He stood up, and you could hear his back crack like legos as he straightened up to meet me eye to eye. He told me to meet him back there in four days and he would be able to prove it to me. So I agreed.
Today I went back to find the man sweating and breathing heavily next to the same brick wall. "Long run?" I asked knowing that he was faking it. He only held a single finger up and began to place polaroids on the ground. Each one was of the old man. One He stood in front of the Golden Gate Bridge. Another he stood atop the Great Wall of China. In the next one his arms were outstreched, grin on his face, the pyrimads of Egypt behind him. There was also one of Big Ben, and the last of Times Square. I stared in disbelief. The man stood up brushed off his ragged T-Shirt and smiled as he turned to walk away. Just then several pieces of paper fell from his pocket, all plane tickets for San Fransico, Bejing, Egypt, London, and New York. I was about to call him a liar, but he swiftly kicked me in the balls and ran away.
I thought it was an interesting story, thought I would share.
Today I went back to find the man sweating and breathing heavily next to the same brick wall. "Long run?" I asked knowing that he was faking it. He only held a single finger up and began to place polaroids on the ground. Each one was of the old man. One He stood in front of the Golden Gate Bridge. Another he stood atop the Great Wall of China. In the next one his arms were outstreched, grin on his face, the pyrimads of Egypt behind him. There was also one of Big Ben, and the last of Times Square. I stared in disbelief. The man stood up brushed off his ragged T-Shirt and smiled as he turned to walk away. Just then several pieces of paper fell from his pocket, all plane tickets for San Fransico, Bejing, Egypt, London, and New York. I was about to call him a liar, but he swiftly kicked me in the balls and ran away.
I thought it was an interesting story, thought I would share.