Every town has one: the local weirdo. The guy in the yellow is ours. I always find it is good he dresses so distinctively as I know where he is at all times. Generally along the street outside our office shouting obscenities at people and being an all round dislikable character. But I forgive him as he is crazy. YOU'RE WELCOME JESUS.
Also, I do not know if you remember me mentioning the plants in my office and how dead they are and how S says they are 'life challenged?' Do you remember? OBSERVE THE DEAD BUSH. What is strange about this bush, and the identical looking one opposite, is that the leaves have not fallen off yet. Weird.
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