We kept heading into shade and in one of the shade holes there was this character under a tree talking friendly to a passerby. While I joined the shade I noticed he had been mashing a mango into his mouth and his beard was almost completely mango. But deeply, consistently, like days and days worth of mango jammed into his face. His hands were all sand and mango. I thought I had possibly found The Reincarnation of Buddha so instead of pleasantries I went directly to life questions. Where are you from. Where did you get the mango. And now you're eating it under a tree. Everyday? Fantastic. We determined that we are both English and Scottish Etc.
Boy he reminded me of myself in my late twenties. Good looking kid. Great face. But he was all over the place and it looked terminal. He kept talking about the polarities. How standing on your hands eases your relationship with the polarities. I was tempted to ask him if he meant standing on your hands cured schizophrenia
My guess is he grew up rich and gave up on life early. But he stood up and he was about 5'9. I wondered if that was bothering him. Poor kid
He would say "mmm" to everything. Fascinating character. When he realized I wasn't trying to bully him or offer him scripture he became very friendly.
I challenged my passenger to stop somewhere and ask ugly girls if they would ever date someone under 5'10. To show her where this guy's wife options went. We didn't do it but it would have been fun.
He was on the verge of getting it done but articulated it in the most pedantic unnecessarily cryptic sort of way and now he’s vanished without a trace.
We either need that Missing Goats forum or to register his username to the Crystal Fields.
