Bruise, No-Nouning, Vincent.

1. You may recall that I fell down a flight of stairs recently. I have a sizable knot (which is oddly numb) just below my knee that turned a sick shade of blue and yellow. The bruise somehow migrated south and the full front of my calf is now this sickly shade. I was not too bothered by this until I went to the gym and decided to jog. When my right foot hit the treadmill, I could actually feel the bruise pull like a weight on the front of my leg. I scrapped the jogging.

2. I am anti-no-noun-short-sentences. Like, “love you” or “be there shortly” or “will do.”

3. On my walk to work, I often see a gentleman in front of one of the television stations here in Chicago. He is often on the Channel 5 (NBC) news in the morning as he stands outside the window. The news team will often close the show by pointing the camera at him (I think they call him Vincent) and he will immediately stick his arms straight out and spin around. What makes it more interesting is that he wears a zoot suit every day and I’ve never seen the same suit twice (that I can recall). I saw him outside the Channel 7 news studio, staring through the glass at an anchor woman. He has a very small telescope of sorts that he holds up to his eye so he can see the newscasters up close. The anchor woman waved at him and he spun around. Pictures:

Anyone from Chicago know this guy’s story?