Sitting in the car at Vermont & Sunset.
A very tall, very homosexual man approaches.
He bends over, hands on hips, and begins talking.
I have no idea who he is.
He looks clean.
Slightly stupid.
A possible employee of the month at a bowling alley.
I ignore him at first
But he's acting as if it's casual for sound waves to operate differently than they do.
And I stare at the face conversing with the glass between us.
Completely sure I have had no previous association with this person.
His words like oreo crumbs in the mouth of a child.
I roll the car window half-open.
"Uh... yeah?"
"Roses cheezits!"
I feel confusion.
"What?"
"Roses cheezits?"
Am I hallucinating or something...
My hands are normal size.
My feet exist.
There is no background music.
"Haha, what?"
"You-uh know, I-uh know youuuu."
I realize he's speaking with an accent.
One which sounds like a hybrid of italian/spanish/excited cockatoo.
Slowly, I shake my head "no."
"Aren't you-uh th' cheezus from-uh youtube dot commm?"
"No, that's not me."
The man places both hands near his jawline and moves them in small circles.
"The beaarrd-uh, a person, it fool."
For a brief moment I question if I am the jesus of youtube dot com and imagine myself walking the streets of hollywood dressed in a linen robe, kissing babies, waving a hand over menstruating vaginas, smoking blunts which never burn out.
"I'm not him."
The man makes a facial gesture like he was never there, as if the conversation hadn't just happened.
"I mistake-uh."
Then he walked away.
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