Dear Diary. I met the intrepid mister “Good-lookin’ McOldMan” today. I have a vague feeling that it’s not his real name. I had heard about him of course, if only by description rather than by name. Many of my fellow troubadours and friends seem quite miffed with this man’s antics and disrespectful way of talking. He apparently has a knack for irritation.
And sure, He’s a rude, loud brute. But he’s also most fascinating. ‘McOldMan’ is the kind of person that kicks wasp nests just to test how fast he gets stung. He seeks a response out of people with a near desperate hunger. I guess I recognize myself a bit in him. But where I seek to instill responses of smiles and laughs, he seems happy to instill any response whatsoever – even if it is a fist in the face.
… Or maybe a fist in the face is exactly what he seeks. What do I know – when it comes to fists in faces I’m no expert.
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