Posted in: Other - Short Stories
Date: February 26, 2010
I was walking down the street, minding my own business, when I noticed the man in front of me was staring at me. I tried to avoid eye contact, but my gaze kept drifting back to those little beady eyes and that nasty looking mustache.
How awkward! What was he doing? I wanted to walk up and punch him in the face. That's when I realized that he wasn't actually staring at me. He was looking in the opposite direction, and he had tattooed his own face on the back of his head. He even shaved himself a real mustache.