So the foolishness continues!

This morning I was running along the Rhine River, which is a beautiful location to take in the scenery in this area. As I am running, enjoying my day, and taking in the sites, I glance to my right and notice a person face down with a black g-string on. Upon further inspection, I realize it is a man. In fact, it is a homeless man because all of his belongings were scattered around his little area. He actually had quite a bit of stuff. I actually had to stop and stare for a second because it was rather comical. After returning to the Wohnung (apartment), I told everyone about what I saw. Of course, Cynthia did not believe me. Therefore, I had to take them to see the site. Right where I left him, there was the g-string. See the pics below. If you look closely, you will see that on the left side of the g-string there is a flower print of a rose.

However, this is not all. After leaving the Turkish Dönor for lunch, we go to the train station to do a little tourist shopping. It is a holiday in Germany so not much is open today. I was sitting on a bench working on a paper when a man walks by and waves. I respond with the standard head nod and hand wave. He then approaches me and asked if I am from The States. I stated that I live in Indiana. He said, “I have never met anyone from Indiana before.” He then proceeds to tell me that he has been living in Germany for 31 years after being in the US military. Why he left the military is still a mystery. I ask him standard sociological probing questions, which usually results in individuals telling me most of their life “story.” He tells me that he is originally from Texas but ended up having a child here in Germany. He tells me that America is not what it used to be. Then he says he think it is crack that changed America. This came a bit out of left field, but it will make sense soon. As he departs, we exchange names. He says, “You must be an 80s baby cause that is when Black women started naming their children all those nice, fancy names.” Lastly, he hands me a sheet of paper and says, “This is a letter about my life story. Read it if you have time.” How many people give you a paper with their life story on it? Weird. My grandma said, “I knew he wasn’t right when I saw his vampire teeth.” He did have teeth like a vampire. Heehee. I could say more but the letter is all the evidence I need on this one. And believe me, I could not make up stuff this good if I tried. Read Gregory´s ``Life Story`` below.