At the local Starbucks there is a guy who has crossed eyes. He is very friendly and I see him whenever I decide to contribute to corporate America. Suddenly he had begun stalking me. You know, the whole nine yards... calling and only breathing into the phone, going everywhere I go whenever I go to those places, leaving not so anonymous notes. Fun, eh? As I walked down the street, I looked over my shoulder and saw him following me. I became slightly nervous and began walking more quickly. He began walking faster too. I rounded a corner and that was that...
