An Apposition Of Opposites
Had a mighty strange glimpse of something on the way home from Hogtown to Good Ol' K.C. yesterday. Driving up Bathurst, in traffic so congested even a dumptruck full of Dristan couldn't cure, I saw two men:
The first man was in his car--a BMW 3 Series of some kind--and the second was on the sidewalk. The thing was, these two men were incredibly alike.
The man driving beside me was late-sixties looking, grey hair, some large, horn-rimmed type spectacles, and a sort of scruffy but dapper-looking beard. He wore a tweed jacket with a blue shirt and no tie. He drove cautiously, looked to me and half-smiled and kept looking forward, quite pensively.
The man walking on the sidewalk appeared to be the same as well--almost twin-like, in fact. Tweed jacket, grey hair, scruffy beard, horn-rimmed glasses, scruffy beard. It was eerie. He looked at me as well, ever-so-quickly with a smirk, then continued walking slowly, looking pensively ahead.
Now, I know y'all are saying "Hansen, what is the big fuggin' deal?"
Well here's where it gets trippy. The man in the Beamer looks to the man on the sidewalk. Their eyes meet and there is this really curious prolonged stare between the two as they realize, perhaps, how similar they appear. As if they are seeing a facsimile of each other. The man in the car has to finally take his eyes away from his doppelganger as traffic has resumed to move, ever-so-slightly.
The man walking on the sidewalk stops, quirks his head to the side and sort of exhales softly. The BMW drives ahead, and I slotted in behind him--but not before I took one last look at the man on the sidewalk; wearing his tweed jacket that although was similar, was slightly rattier; his scruffy beard, that although was similar, was slightly dirtier.
And I looked at the man walking on the sidewalk, still disbelieving how remarkably similar he seemed to the man in the BMW--and he continued walking--pushing his shopping cart full of empty beer cans, and a sleeping bag...
The first man was in his car--a BMW 3 Series of some kind--and the second was on the sidewalk. The thing was, these two men were incredibly alike.
The man driving beside me was late-sixties looking, grey hair, some large, horn-rimmed type spectacles, and a sort of scruffy but dapper-looking beard. He wore a tweed jacket with a blue shirt and no tie. He drove cautiously, looked to me and half-smiled and kept looking forward, quite pensively.
The man walking on the sidewalk appeared to be the same as well--almost twin-like, in fact. Tweed jacket, grey hair, scruffy beard, horn-rimmed glasses, scruffy beard. It was eerie. He looked at me as well, ever-so-quickly with a smirk, then continued walking slowly, looking pensively ahead.
Now, I know y'all are saying "Hansen, what is the big fuggin' deal?"
Well here's where it gets trippy. The man in the Beamer looks to the man on the sidewalk. Their eyes meet and there is this really curious prolonged stare between the two as they realize, perhaps, how similar they appear. As if they are seeing a facsimile of each other. The man in the car has to finally take his eyes away from his doppelganger as traffic has resumed to move, ever-so-slightly.
The man walking on the sidewalk stops, quirks his head to the side and sort of exhales softly. The BMW drives ahead, and I slotted in behind him--but not before I took one last look at the man on the sidewalk; wearing his tweed jacket that although was similar, was slightly rattier; his scruffy beard, that although was similar, was slightly dirtier.
And I looked at the man walking on the sidewalk, still disbelieving how remarkably similar he seemed to the man in the BMW--and he continued walking--pushing his shopping cart full of empty beer cans, and a sleeping bag...
2 Comments:
Deep...
that's right asshole
homeless people are just like you and me, except they're lazy
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