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Iwillwait · M
There was a guy named Michael who some how would be on any City bus I would be on. (totally weird) at first until we started speaking. He had this real VanZant bohemian way of dressing, and looked like Carlos Santana but with striking white hair that was at least 2 feet long and in a pony tail, with a Fedora hat sometimes or a satin long scarf tied like a pirate's bandana.
He always had the pearls of wisdom he would drop on me where I was sure GOD himself was using Michael as a vessel, then Michael's face would returns to this stoic look like the last ten minutes never happened and I was only some what familiar to him.
It was always cool how he would just come up to me, and initiate conversation, with a perfectly relevant piece of advice to what I was working through, before I would even tell him what I was having to deal with.
My experiences with Michael were for sure Supernatural in it's simplistic definition and the most complex too.
He always had the pearls of wisdom he would drop on me where I was sure GOD himself was using Michael as a vessel, then Michael's face would returns to this stoic look like the last ten minutes never happened and I was only some what familiar to him.
It was always cool how he would just come up to me, and initiate conversation, with a perfectly relevant piece of advice to what I was working through, before I would even tell him what I was having to deal with.
My experiences with Michael were for sure Supernatural in it's simplistic definition and the most complex too.