Homeless Dude at Seven Eleven

I went to seven eleven to buy some Naked juice. Berry Blast. Normally, there's no line. Today there was.

FLASH TO PRESENT TENSE DESCRIPTION OF THE SCENE

As I'm standing there, a disheveled homeless man enters the store. He's wearing a white wife-beater, except it's no longer recognizably white. Torn up khakis equally stained. A black hoodie strained to be kept in one piece.

He's muttering to himself and twitching frantically. French, I think. He proceeds to start barking. Not a bark per se, but a guttural yapping. Not intimidating in itself, but paired with the filthiness, the craziness worn on his face, and the fact my mind is rifling through diseases this man is likely a vector for -- OH. And the hair. Bob Marley dreads meet Albert Einstein fro. Add in some rodent feces and a dash of booze and you've got it.

BACK TO PAST TENSE TYVM

He started staggering up to the customers waiting in line. More incoherent French. He did more of his usual muttering and twitching. Possessed. He came up to me.

ScaryDude: <Some stupid incoherent bullshit>
Me: Yeah.
ScaryDude: I'm a shaman. I can do magics.
Me: Hmn

IM A SHAMAN I CAN DO MAJIKS

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IM A SHAMAN I CAN DO MAJIKS