back in boston, there used to be this guy who would wear parts of a military uniform, cap and jacket most of the time depending on the weather. he would march on occasion, but mostly just gave speeches. the words he used didn't match any language i recognized, mostly hissing and spitting sounds. we called him "fidel."
he was never waiting for a bus or anything. that was just his spot, where he was allowed to talk to his following of zero without harassment. i've come across a decent number of people who talk to themselves. but for the first time one of them was talking scientology, in rhythm no less. it was kind of like that talk-sing crap that bone, thugs n harmony passed along to destiny's child.
GEE
ron__ sci tah luh
hub bard en
GEE
ron__ sci tah luh
hub bard en
his sermon wasn't much. mostly just said a lot of people's names over and over again. i didn't recognize most of them. i think trump might've been in there.
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