Daniel

Thought I was going out for a peaceful evening of photography. Then I met this guy, who yelled at me with such an air of familiarity, I was convinced we knew each other and that my memory was once again failing me. When I asked who he was, he laughed like a freight train and roared, "You have no idea who I am, do you?" He introduced himself as Daniel, then told me he was an actor ("a really excellent actor"), a musician, and an electrician ("I want to wire Michael Jackson's house; I'd really like to see inside that sonofabitch"). He dodged every question I asked with some nonsensical answer. I couldn't tell if he was inebriated, deranged, or a spy. Maybe a bit of all three.