July 30, 2005

• I have been going to this halfway dive in Bolingbrook for about 7 years
  now every Thursday night and have seen some strange people there. Last
  night, however, takes the cake.

  It was about 1 in the AM and we were playing darts. The bar was nearly
  empty, sans us and about 5 people at the bar. I'm standing at a table
  with my back to the dartboard when out of nowhere, this cute dude who
  looked about 25 walks up to us. He just walked right in and didn't stop
  but came up to us. I started to check him out and he gave me this
  weird, creepy smile, with a blank stare on his face. You know the
  smile, the same smile an assassin gives right before he shoots you.
  This sorta creeped me out. As I was checking him out, I saw on his arm
  that it looked like he either had some burn scars or a tattoo, but I
  wasn't able to tell as most of his body was obstructed by the table. He
  didn't say anything and stumbled up to the dart board. He wobbled there
  for a second, which is when I got a good look at him: it wasn't scars
  or a tattoo on his arm, but instead, mud. In fact, he was covered in
  mud. Mud all over his pants and shoes. On some of his shirt. On his
  arms, but none on his face. It was like he had just buried somebody.
  Shit, we haven't had much rain, so I don't know where the mud would
  come from. It almost reminded me of that scene from Kill Bill Vol.2 in
  which Uma Thurman walked into the diner covered in mud.

  After a few seconds at the dartboard, he walked up to Keith who was
  standing at another table. He just sorta stared at him and didn't say
  anything. At this point, he had not spoken since he walked in. The
  bartender then called him up to the bar. She and a couple of the other
  patrons started talking to him. I walked up and asked her if she knew
  why he was covered in mud. She said that she didn't know, but had
  called the cops. The guy was talking out of his ass. Now, I have seen
  drunk people before, but this dude was in no way your garden vareity
  drunk. In fact, I don't even think he was drunk. He talked a little bit
  of baseball with the guys at the bar. He said he was from California.
  The bartender then asked him what happened to him and he replied "I'm
  not exactly much of a Sox fan."

  Finally, the cops showed up. They started asking him some questions. He
  said that he had been at the bar all night. They asked him where he
  lived and he said Oak Park. We were in Bolingbrook and Oak Park is
  about 40 minutes NE. They asked him how he got there and he couldn't
  say. They asked him if he knew where he was and he said "Downers Grove.
  No, wait, Warrenville. Its either Downers Grove or Warrenville." Both
  towns are about 20 minutes northwest of Bolingbrook. One of the cops
  said "So, you think I'm a Downers Grove police officer?" And he replied
  "Well, yeah." As far as I know he didn't even had an ID on him. They
  asked him to step outside.

  We left about 2ish, and the cops were still outside with him, except
  now, there was 5 fucking squad cars there. 5! Do they really need 5
  cars for one crazy vagrant? What the hell is this, Reno 911? On my way
  to the car, I could here him saying that he was telling them the truth
  and he wasn't a liar. I got in my car and left, but since then, I have
  been wondering what the hell happened to him. Why was he covered in
  mud? Was he drunk, strung out, or did he have some sort of head injury.
  And the frustrating part is that I may never know.

  Tonight, we went to Mark and Amy's for dinner. At this point, they are
  on baby watch. She is due August 2, my prediction is that the baby will
  be born on Aug 5. Anywho, we had dinner and played some beanbags. The
  first game, it was myself and Amy against Mark and John. They scored
  the first 2 points. We scored the next 21! Next, Mark and I played one
  on one for 2 or 3 games. I whipped him. He scored 2 points in one of
  the games and I think 7 in the other. I might actually be better then
  him. After dinner, we played 2 more games and although I lost the first
  one 20-15, I beat him in the 2nd one 21-2. After years and years of
  losing to him in every sport, I have finally found one in which I can
  beat him, and you know what, it feels damn good!

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