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he rocks...and is pretty much harmless. I've never seen him do anything "bad"...he's just clearly not all there, yet ripped, so obviously not hurting for food or anything. I'd love to know his story.
It's my live/work neighbourhood...so I see him at least once every week or so. The other day, a co-worker who lives in the burbs dropped me off at home and Zanta was crossing the street (diagonally, lol) in front of us.
She had no idea who this guy was or WTF was doing (he was just walking at the moment, seemingly normal but jaywalking) so I looked at him, flexed to encourage him, and he just *went off* with one of his crazy routines.
the look on my co-workers face was *priceless*
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