What makes eccentric people so is that they don't know how to be any other way to be. Who they are is natural to them. There is no 'growing up' for the very eccentric and that's a wonderful thing.
When I was in New York City this past weekend I saw a man who resembled a Dr. Seuss character. His clothes were vibrant. His black hair was styled and sculpted in such a way that it stuck straight up in an exaggerated coiffure. And you know what? No one paid him any mind. Had he been down here in Charlotte he would have been gawked at like some circus side show. I know this for a fact because I get stared at on a regular basis and I think I look normal. It made me miss New York, the way it is there.
I walked around one of the neighborhoods I hung out in when I was homeless there ten years ago. It's changed a lot. It's gotten a lot more bourgeois. Yet it still felt familiar and my natural inclination towards dive bars allowed me to find one reasonably quickly. There I met a wonderful fellow who bought me a beer and we discussed Zelda Fitzgerald. We discovered we both had an interest in her after discussing the utter lacking of the city of Montgomery, Alabama.
I also went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I hadn't been there in a very long time.
Behold! Pictures!!!
