I met Paul in a local bar in just before Christmas. As I walked in to meet a friend I saw this shady looking character hunched over the bar. He was wearing a long black trench coat and his head was obscured from view by a combination of the low lighting and his stooping shoulders. In his hands I could make out a burnt out cigarette, its ash collecting in a small pile on the bar top and a dog eared betting slip. He was shaking, he was upset. I approached him. As I reached out to place a hand on his quivering shoulder he spun around, his mad eyes bloodshot and fearful. He turned he straightened and stood. When fully unfurled it became clear that this was no ordinary man, as he starred at me, his head continuing closer to the ceiling. This man was bordering on seven foot in height!
He growled, "What do you want?"
"Just wanted to check you were OK." I replied, my voice shaking like a leaf in the wind.
"Leave this place, do not try to talk to me again."
With that I turned on my heel and left, walking back out into the black night, rain cascading down my face and hands.
We've been the best of friends ever since. Love you Paul!
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