Wednesday, April 20, 2005

Uncle Eyeball, are you out there?

I live in a relatively small town. There's a few shops and grocery stores and such, but nothing more really. Everybody knows everyone, if not by name, by looks anyway, since whenever you go to the grocery store or to the bank or whatever you'll see the same familiar faces. Which is nice, I kind of like the small town feel and all, but I'm probably saying this because I'm leaving this teeny tiny town behind me (hopefully) in the fall, and I'm just being nostalgic. There was a time when I hated living here in the middle of nowhere, but I have manage to smother those feelings of isolation and utter boredom.

When you see the same faces over and over again, you get accustomed to them, and those people sort become your buddies. Not that I'd go and talk to them just because I always see them, because they are still strangers an lets not forget what our moms told us about strangers. What I mean is that when you see the local drunks at the park bench which they have been occupying for years and years, you get that warm and fuzzy feeling inside knowing that they are doing okay (relatively speaking).

So now I'll talk a little bit about Uncle Eyeball. There's these couple benches where old people and little kids sit down in front of the main grocery store here. It's often occupied with random old timers, but there's always this one man, Uncle Eyeball, who sits there almost every single time I go into that place. The reason why I named him Uncle Eyeball is because he always stares at me. First, I thought it was because I'm sort of easy on the eyes (but then again, when you are a 60+ year-old male, every female who is under 60 is easy on the eyes), but it turned out that he eyeballs pretty much everyone who passes him.

First when I realized he was staring at me, it was kind of creepy. After a while I got used to it. It's not like he was going to attack me and rape or something, because, you know, he could barely walk. It became like the thing with the drunks: it was good to know that he was there, sitting and eyeballing people like always.

Sadly, I haven't seen him lately, which is unusual. I was in the grocery store today and I checked the bench, but there was no Uncle Eyeball to be seen. Just some random old people. This got me kind of worried, I mean who knows, he might have died. Even though I didn't know anything about him, except that he liked to stare at people, it's sort of sad if he has died, because he was (is..?) a somewhat important part of this town to me.


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