They say you are what you eat.

Mom always says that I act childish for my age.

I think she’s on to me.

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I remember when I was a kid, I looked up and saw a pair of shoes strung around a telephone wire. As I got older I’d see more and more of this peculiar spectacle. I couldn’t help to wonder how they got up there, but I think somehow I’ve always known.

To this day I still envy those children who were able to fly away, and escape to a world where shoes are optional.

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My father used to tell me, “The sun will rise again tomorrow.”

I always found it inspiring.

And ever since then, I’ve had the foresight to wear my sunglasses at night.

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The most boring job experience I’ve ever had was during high school. I wanted to start making more money than what I got for working around the house. So having absolutely no experience whatsoever, I took a job as a quality assurance representative at a startup telemarketing firm near the airport. I trained with about 15 other people who were at least 5 years older than me. Training consisted of one week of learning how their computer and phone systems worked. The final exam was, I’m not kidding, writing down the 50 United States and matching them to their abbreviations. In short, anyone with the equivalent of a 3rd grade education was qualified for this job.

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I first noticed the grey man walking down the street, early in the morning as I was driving in to work. I named him that because that’s exactly what he was. A grey man. He wore grey suede shoes with baggy grey corduroy pants and a grey fleece jacket. A tuft of curly grey hair sat atop his elongated head. Even his skin seemed faded as it hung loosely over his gaunt features. It’s odd, but his blandness is what made him so noticeable. It was as if he absorbed all light and reflection, creating a smokey void as he moved. If he were any other person I probably wouldn’t have noticed. He tilted his head slightly and peered at me through the windshield.

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