The highlight of my week or month just occurred.
I was walking back from the Community College campus, here in Grand Rapids. Whilst strolling, lazily, towards a fairly busy intersection a man walked towards the same point from the opposite end of the block. He seemed a bit odd, as he was heavy-set with crazy white hair I can assume only Einstein himself would have rivaled, and wearing a pair of blue tinted aviators. We both stopped at the intersection, and I have to admit to being a tad nervous about the state of his mind and whether or not he'd try to strike up a conversation. He did just that, yet it was quite one-sided, brief, and radically enjoyable.
The odd stranger turned to me, then with a greatly deliberate movement pointed his finger up to the grey-blue overcast sky, and posed a question.
"What can a cannibal do to a vampire?"
I was a tad taken aback, both by how he'd spoken to me and his topic of choice. After struggling to come to a decision on what to do I finally decided to simply answer him. After all, wouldn't a cannibal die in such a fight. Suppose the cannibal somehow won, wouldn't he then become a vampire by eating their flesh and drinking their blood?
Before I could answer, in fact the moment I decided to and slightly opened my mouth, this odd stranger spoke again.
"I guess the blue-collar black Russian sorcerer knows."
The intersection had cleared of traffic, so he went forward and to the right. I went across and to the left, where my car was.
Someone called me a blue-collar black Russian sorcerer.
I am immensely pleased.