I think it's the hair.

So I was running an errand that involved going to St. Paul for a while. Over the course of the journey, three people complimented me on my hair. Two of them were crazy.

I think I'm a crazy magnet. I don't quite understand why...but I did end up talking with a toothless man about the following:
1. his time in the military, in Germany, Vietnam, and the National Guard
1 1/2. how cheap crack is in Germany
2. his belief that people came from Mars and should return to it, which led to
3. Pennies for NASA and, somehow,
4. pennies in general, and how to earn them.
5. the revelation that holding up a cardboard sign saying "will work for money" made better wages than the daily-work/daily-pay agencies (which doesn't surprise me) and
6. how rent is really low when you share a tent with eight people
7. even if one of them is a crack whore who stole your false teeth and traded them for drugs (now this I didn't know was possible)
8. but at least she's honest and told you
9. and after all, you've got health insurance because you were in the military.
(right, so I don't yet have health insurance (but soon!) but this crazy does?)
10. how pretty I am/my hair is.
11. how the most important thing in life is faith, whatever you have faith in.
12. He illustrated this by gesturing to the cooler another man had, my hair, my corduroy pants, and a motorcycle. Hmm...hair faith. Hairy Krishna? Blue hair?
13. how his Faith is in the Great Spirit, because
14. Indians (his term) are really beautiful people and
15. they'd like me, because I'm beautiful people, too.


I never realized false teeth could be traded for drugs. Hm.

Learn something new every day.

FARK