[Diameter: 1.5 inches.]
I spotted this guy a couple of days ago on my office floor. He is old, or older. “Young fella,” he calls me, as in “Hey there, young fella.” His name? “Name o’ Mac.”
Smoking is not permitted in the building, but that doesn’t stop Mac: smoke drifts at all times from the cigarette in the corner of his mouth. A tiny Camel, as you might guess. The smoke makes him squint, and cough.
Friday, October 26, 2012
A face on my floor
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I bet he wishes he had a hat.
It’s hanging on the coat rack, a tiny grey fedora.
Correction: he sent it out to be cleaned.
He has the squint, but where are the lowered, wry eyebrows?
I asked him how he lost his eyebrows — he won’t talk about it.
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