The beige plastic cup with green speckles steamed, impatiently cooling off. Drink me! It screamed like an Alice wonder-size pill. He paid no attention to the huffy, self-important latte. He fliped through today's classifieds, unaware of the cheap ink staining his fingers.
Yard sales. Ah. He leaned forward slightly, dark brown bangs falling across his high forehead. Yard sales were fascinating. There might be a used lawnmower on sale (his wife was forever complaining about the rampant grass on the front yard) or an antique typewriter that made that characteristic ping! on cartridge returns. Two months ago, he found a handful of Victorian postcards for five cents and pair of dodecahedron speakers marked at ten bucks, which on Ebay collectively garnered at least a thousand.
A tiny wren hopped near his brown loafers searching for crumbs. He shifted his feet suddenly and the bird flew up, alarmed, and nearly upset the haughty coffee cup. The liquid sloshed up the sides and more steam rose into the air. How dare you, you stupid bird!
"Cheet cheet cheet!" the wren laughed and flew off to better hunting grounds.
The latte raged and for a moment, the wind favored its wrath, bringing the aroma to his nose. He flipped another page and his finger ran down a column, stopping at a category heading. Flea markets!
Ignored, the latte could only continue fuming.
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A brief explanation of Peculiar Type: I'm thinking of doing character sketches based on actual people and the objects around them. Ever wonder about that scruffy guy sitting on the bench feeding pigeons? Or the girl in the sundress walking her dog? I do. I wonder. All the time.
Other links: Eccentric people more extreme as they age. I'm already fairly paranoid. In one of those personality disorder tests I took a few months back, I scored pretty high for being schizoid. View the Wall. You can now view all the names on the Vietnam Veterans Memorial online. rawr.net. Monsters galore. Selected interesting notebook pages. Unfortunately, when I get bored in class, I don't doodle. I fall asleep. My (former) roommate doodled all the time, but they were only one of two things: dragons or horses.
