A special thank you to my twitter friends for supporting me when weirdos creep me out and I do something about it.

But you guys? I’ve seen him working since then. I saw him the other day picking up trash. So now I have the extremely awesome opportunity of running into him in the streets every single day on my way to work. Why should I feel weird about this? I feel guilty and scared of some sort of imaginary impending confrontation. It’s not fair!

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