I meet weird people pretty often, and I love it. Today I was running on little sleep and came across perhaps a few too many weirdos. One of which was named Ogre, a 40 year old man with a bit too many toys who was selling beanie babies at a g.i. joe collector’s convention. Sadly I left a picture of Ogre on my computer at work.
After I met Ogre I ran into some people like this though. I felt like I was on drugs today. I could elaborate, but it probably wouldn’t make any more sense if I did.