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before heading out on my bike this morning, I sat on the stoop outside my building and smoked a cigarette. I sat there smoking with my head resting on my left hand. an old black man with NO teeth was walking down the street, he veered towards me and I figured he either lived in the building or was going to ask me for a smoke.
he askes me: Why is your hand on your face?
I reply: because Im tired.
old man with no teeth: Of what?
I look at him for a moment and reply: I didnt sleep well last night, Im physically tired.
he says: what do you do? do you go to school? McGill?
me: I go to concordia.
him: what do you do there?
me: I take french and fine arts.
him: Fine arts... fine arts?
me: like painting and drawing and sculpting.
him: are you Van Gough?
me: what?`
him: are you Van Gough?
me: um, no, but I like Van Gough.
man with no teeth laughs and says: what you do with that?
me: Im going to be a teacher.
he nodds his head and says: Ohhh, very good. I wish you luck!
and he wanders away down the street. he didn't enter my building or ask me for a smoke. he just wandered off giggling.
sooo weird.
he askes me: Why is your hand on your face?
I reply: because Im tired.
old man with no teeth: Of what?
I look at him for a moment and reply: I didnt sleep well last night, Im physically tired.
he says: what do you do? do you go to school? McGill?
me: I go to concordia.
him: what do you do there?
me: I take french and fine arts.
him: Fine arts... fine arts?
me: like painting and drawing and sculpting.
him: are you Van Gough?
me: what?`
him: are you Van Gough?
me: um, no, but I like Van Gough.
man with no teeth laughs and says: what you do with that?
me: Im going to be a teacher.
he nodds his head and says: Ohhh, very good. I wish you luck!
and he wanders away down the street. he didn't enter my building or ask me for a smoke. he just wandered off giggling.
sooo weird.