I just saw this man walking down the street with a fedora, a trench coat and sunglasses with really nice shoes on. He kept looking around like someone was following him. It was the weirdest thing, it's like he stepped out of some old movie. My very own stereotypical gumshoe. I'm checking that off my list of things I wanted to see before I die.
Today my hair looks like I'm wearing a spartan helmet. What the hell? I wet it down and combed through with my fingers and the helmet head is back! Why do things like this always happen to me? On days where I have no one to witness such phenomena. This is why I need a camera crew with me at all times, to document this shit.
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