I walked through the park one spring day, followed by a slightly senile 67 year old man. Who knows why he always follows me on my walks, he’s always just there. Usually I don’t mind the old man, it’s kinda like having an abnormally dumb dog that isn’t house trained. But today he was unusually talkative.
“When are you going to feed me?” he would constantly complain.
“Perhaps when you stop sleeping outside my bedroom window.” I retort.
“Nobody understands me.” the old man mumbles as I continue on my daily walk.
