Today, on the ferry ride to see my grandma, I was suddenly stricken with one of my World-Famous Migraines. A sharp pain in my temples and on the back of my neck caused me to collapse to the floor. A nice, but creepy, gentleman helped me up. He was clean-shaven with slick back hair, but his eyes seemed dead as he stared at me with his weak smile but piercing gaze. I said thank you and moved starboard but, then I felt bad about the staring, so I walked back to apologize and offer to take his picture but he was gone. I asked around, describing what he looked like, but no one seemed to recognize him. He was just here! There were only about a dozen of us on this ferry, pretty light for a Wednesday afternoon, so I should have been able to spot him.
Once I disembarked, I began my trek to grandma's house when I see him! He is tall with a black trenchcoat and two-piece suit underneath and delivering that awful stare from across 7th st. I tried to snap his photo between traffic but lost him as a bus whizzed by. Once again, my temples and the nape of my neck starting stabbing into me. It's as if Shaq is picking my head up with one hand, like he does with a basketball, and squeezing right before he lunges me across the free throw line. I kneel on the ground, writhing for a moment until the migraine subsides.
I had a nice time with grandma but all weekend I could not stop thinking about the greasy haired creepazoid. Is he the cause of my migraines? If so, how come I've only started noticing him recently. I've been afflicted since Junior year of high school. I see things that my doctor describes as "floaters" but they don't seem to be in my mind; they seem so real! I've seen what can only be described as ghosts or poltergeists, but can never get my camera out fast enough to capture any evidence. I'll develop this latest roll of film and see if I caught anything interesting.
Max
mors certa, vita incerta