I’m really creeped out by a guy whom I see every morning standing in front of the coffee shop right next to the mexican pastry shop nextdoor to Pizza di Mano. You know the guy; in his fifties, holds a cane, wears a checkered coat and looks kind of like he’s been around the proverbial block a few times.
Here’s what creeps me out about him: he’s there when I go to BART at 6:50am each day, standing at the corner cat-calling just about every woman who has the misfortune of entering his field of vision. And he’s in the SAME SPOT when I return at night some 12 hours later. What the fuck does this man do for a living?
I’ll do my best to get some furtive photographs.