Some people can be spotted a mile away and recognized for their hair color. Others voices cue in listeners from all corners of the room by their distinct tonal quality. Although he doesn't know it, a friend of mine is best noted for his walk. Anyone who has half a brain in their head will look at this poor, unfortunate, bloke and automatically assume he is lost. With his head tilted toward the ground and his hands packed neatly into his pockets, he is the epitome of a damsel in distress, severely in need of saving but lacking a hero (or heroine?) to do so. If I saw my buddy walking on the street and I didn't know the guy, I would most likely stop in give the him some directions. Directions to the post office, directions to the vet- directions in LIFE! This chap's head is so turned around with the latest lie some idiot told him, his eyes seem to be permanently glazed over with a loss of consciousness, as if they are resisting everything he has ever known to be true. My friend's favorite past time is getting high on concepts understood by only the men sitting on cliff sides with their beards nestling the beds of eagle babies. Ordinarily, I steer clear of this sort of blatant nosey-ness. It's really none of my business if the dude takes life for a run and ends up winded, but I can't help thinking if no one else saves his broken walk, who will?
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