My Observation Of...........

The Warlock
war-lock
n. A male witch, sorcerer, wizard, or demon.
















There is this fellow that hangs out on the corner of my street who we have named “The Warlock.” He is basically an enigma, as most of the street population is to me anyway. This man is out before sunrise, but disappears at sunset. He is always located in the exact same spot on the sidewalk, rain or shine, nestled up next to the side of the Mexican market on the corner.

His vehicle: A shopping cart.
His attire: A black cloak (much like that of the grim reaper, which was his first nickname, till we failed to connect him to any deaths in the neighborhood)
His wares: He sets up a small end table and chair next to his shopping cart. On the table he neatly and meticulously displays various used books, tiny vials of scented oils (aka poisons), and sometimes multiple issues of popular magazines such as US Weekly and People!
His purpose: as yet unknown, but he is certainly consistant. His presence is more regular and and dependable than the results of a high fiber diet.

My observation: Hey, if playing pretend yard sale dressed in your Halloween costume every day makes you happy, and if you have the means to do that which makes you happiest, then right on brother! I dedicate this song to you.