i see a man on the bus from time to time. He is rather robust and unshaven and he wears a stocking cap too small for him and his thin brown hair sticks out of it. His most noticable trait however, is his habit of sucking his thumb. He sits (usually close to the driver) hunching over slightly and sucking his thumb madly. He strokes his nose with his index finger and the excess saliva drips out the corner of his mouth. He has big, sad scared looking eyes and he glances around nervously constantly and sometimes he takes his thumb out of his mouth to mutter something. Ive decided hes some sort of misunderstood man child who lives with his mother in a nice big house with a garden out front. she still reads to him everynight and his favorite book is the wind and the willows. If she doesnt read to him at exactly seven thirty each night, he throws a temper tantrum and destroys whatever he can find. Nothing living though, he wouldnt hurt a fly, not since that incedent he had with his pet hampster at age eight. He has no grasp on sexuality. Nothing goes beyond the curiosty he had for his own sex organs long ago. It has no meaning to him.
he really intrigues me.