Mr. Robert, the Storyteller.

Today I met a storyteller. 

Today I met a man who claimed to provide the world.

His thinning slicked grey hair, which reminds me of a used chimney brush, touched my shoulder.

The smell of his musk cologne makes me want to vomit.

The way he looks so shiny and smells like baby powder at the same time, makes me uneasy.

Today I met an old man that said he would buy me a steak dinner if he sells his car.

He is selling his car for $2000 and wants to take me on a steak dinner date.

I was laughing deep down inside.

Sorry old man, I do not eat steak dinners.

Sorry old man, you are wasting your time.

But I didn’t want to embarrass him in front of his mother, so I just stared far, far away.

He also claims he can lift 100 lbs with his left big Toe.

This is something I believe he is pulling my teeth about, but I can’t tell you the truth because I don’t know the truth. Today is the first time I met this storyteller.

I don’t know if he is lying to me or telling me a true story. Whichever it is I am unsure about.

Today I met an old man, a storyteller, named Robert.