What did he look like?
I don’t understand what you-
Like a French actor maybe. One of those ones from the seventies or eighties? Unshaven, rail-thin and scruffy at the edges, but cool with it in a rumpled blue suit, black lace-up shoes; like he’s been out all night and doesn’t care who knows it. His nails were clean and long. That’s all I remember. I didn’t get a good look.
What was he doing when you saw him?
Walking and watching, mostly. Step a few paces from here to there, stop, and then wait and look around, like that, you know?
And that’s all you-
I saw him reach into an inside pocket of his jacket. He took something out—a few times—put them in his mouth. You could imagine the crunch. Continue reading