'K, this is weird. I just went for a run and ended up downtown, a few blocks west on 6th street from where all the bars and shows are (fellow runners will know all about avoiding those areas on Saturday mornings), and passed a guy on the sidewalk going the other direction. I just glanced up, I was trying to lose myself in a Muse song instead of thinking about how dead my legs were from my ride last night, but for some reason I really noticed a lot about this guy. He was really tall and thin, and he was in a plain but nice black suit with a colorful (salmon, I think?) collared shirt underneath, with a black, 80's rocker mullet haircut and carrying a bottle of beer or something in a paper bag. The last bit makes it sound like he was a homeless guy, or a business man out with the boys too late, but you'd have to see him to believe what I'm about to write.
I swear it was the lead singer of The Cars.
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