C.P. wakes up after a long nap, but she wakes up feeling quite bewildered. She is still feeling alittle groggy so she heads over to the bathroom and splashes cold water on her face. Looking up, she glances at herself in the mirror before enjoying another dose of awakening cold water. Then again, she felt that unexpected feeling of bewilderment. As the water ran down her pale face, she thoroughly examined her appearance closely. She took her right index finger and gently pushed into her cheek bone. It's like she never saw herself before but that wasn't the case. After most of the water dried off her face, blood started to run from her eyes again and she wondered if anybody that ever walked by her questioned the state of her health. Obviously this wasn't normal, but the flow of blood running from her eyes confused medical doctors her whole life. Her condition remains rare and unknown, but ironically, C.P. is still very much alive just like everybody else. And that's where the source of bewilderment was coming from: she was very much alive just like everybody else, but why such a vast difference in appearances when you through the masses? It's quite the thought to ponder, because in regards of exterior appearances, it seems like we have more than one species in this thing of ours. The confused woman makes her way out onto the streets in hope to find an answer.

Generally, your classical mobster is suited with a formal'ish attire that's typically complimented with a shiny pistol of some sort. But ladies and gentlemen, in today's age, I find that's hardly the case.

Before C.P. continues to speak, she takes out a piece of cloth from her back pocket and pats away the oozing blood from her eyes.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm far from being compliant with the classically mobster image, so when I mention names, please do not think I'm placing myself higher above anybody hehe! But anyways, here are some individuals that stood out to me the last couple of days:

Skorpean...I happened to walk by this man in Chicago, and jesus'o'mighty, I almost fell backwards when he passed by. I'm thinking to myself, does this man wake up every morning and punctures his face with needles before heading out the door? I can imagine the needles would go right into his head if he tried to fall asleep with them. Ouch! He's probably use to it by now but I respect the man for all the pain he endures. I wonder if Halloween is all year for this frightening man hehe!

AfroSamurai...I see this man alot working in the city of Philadelphia, it's kinda hard to unnotice him when his big afro swings in your face as you're passing him by. I was shocked to find out that he doesn't kill his victims with a gun, but he slays them one by one with the long samuair sword hanging from his back. Until I heard about that, I thought this man was merely a tree hugger or someone that tokes on the pipe all day from the looks of his cute fluffy afro. Very decieving I tell you!

HuggleBear...I would have to say this is a first for me to see a male walking around with a purse. I'm not saying it's opposite from straight, but I guess it's a new trend that I haven't discovered yet. Although, I am curious to know the purpose behind the bag with a man that wears tight blue shirts and tight white pants.  He seems like a pretty interesting guy.

TheSandMan...I'm not going to lie, I'm terrified on this man whenever I see him around in St. Louis. I can't pick out certain details about this man because everything about him gives me the hibbie-gibbies. It's the glass-like eye balls, the smoking hands, and the constant decay of his skin that really gets me going. It's like he's burning alive but without the flames hehe!  I would sure hate to be around this fellow on his bad days.

Odin...Look at this man, he's more like a body builder. I thought BG's were the only big guys around ha! I must admit this big guy had me question his sanity when he wore that armored suit dead in the middle of winter. Fortunately there's no more walking half naked in the cold anymore. I heard from a friend of ours that he was seen jogging down the LA beaches with his two pet birds and his two dogs that were on the edge of having a heat stroke. Another interesting man to pass by.

TillyTheTigrrr...Well what can I say, here kitty, kitty, kitty. Seriously though, I don't know if it was the shrooms I was eating that day but I'm pretty sure I saw a white tiger with blue eyes. Uhhh, that was my point of view from atleast 100 yards away. As soon as I saw her, I turned right around and walked in the opposite direction, wait, more like ran away crying. No one else was running though, so again, I dunno if it was a bad trip from the shrooms. It was pretty though!

I don't know, these are just some random glances I shared with some strangers/friends throughout the week. Has anyone else come across unusual appearances? Or am I going crazy?

C.P. pats the blood away from her eyes again and grins innocently to the masses.

Philli-stein overhears C.P's statement and ponders how incredably accurate it is.

Ms. psychopath, i can honestly say i cannot agree with you more. that is a very accurate statement."

Well CP, I'll tell you that I have seen many strange things while traveling across this great nation. Last week while in Chicago I spotted a man named Alfonse. Alfonse may have been the single most frightening soul I have ever come across. Now, I have always been afraid of clowns, ever since that 'incident' when I was a child, but Alfonse's evil clown stare will most certainly haunt me for years.

C.P. runs behind Kikuchiyo scared senseless.

Speak no evil!

Clowns scared the hell out of her.

MUHUHAHAHA...Mutters the clown from the shadowy alley.

Hmm never thought of that good point

Very interesting look on the "people" we work with, CP. I know your list wasn't meant to be exhaustive, but I figured nobody making such a list would leave out that we even have a dinosaur (Raptor) walking among us.

it's kinda hard to unnotice him when his big afro swings in your face as you're passing him by.

True dat! It is my aim to leave short black and curlies in all the women's mouths.

Afro winks at C.P., then hands her a tissue for her eyes

Ahh yes, the wonderful tales of dinosaurs, cats, and cows! I completely forgot!

Afro, let me help you out with that situation.

C.P. walks over in AfroSamurai's direction with a pair of scissors being held in her right hand. But what was she going to cut?

Though I may be a tad...eccentric myself, I like to try to do things in a traditional manner.

That being said, I have nothing against those even more eccentric than myself.  I think it adds interest and personality to one's image, and, in some cases, at least, it paints me a picture of one's personality.

You're going to help me cut my short & curlies? Well I'd much rather we went somewhere more private!

Afro considers the sight before him; An angry looking woman with blood running from her eyes, wielding a pair of scissors and walking maniacally toward him.

Yeah ermmm, about that trim? I'll pass.

Afro throws the box of tissues in her general direction and sprints away up the street.