After being struck by lightning twice in one week, Mr. Funnyshoes–born full of vim and gumption–metamorphosed into a distant fey wizard of sorts, indiscriminately slapping people in the face, overeating, and casting spells with an evil eye.
I was pleasantly surprised to see my neighborhood bum, Mr. Diapers, looking fey in an an ascot and coattails yesterday morning, walking in a jaunty manner whilst swinging a golden cane. I asked him why he was so full of vim and he replied, while throwing up, “Blarg. Mefff.” And then I went to work, confused but happy for him.