The Heather Chronicles

Some of you have heard about the crazy man that sits on the corner by Starbucks with his bible-ranting sandwich board, and his life-size faux son. In fact I think I've blogged about it before. This man has a life-sized doll he has made, which he has pretending to talk to him, and then whips his head around to stare at you when you become entranced as to why the little boy looks so odd. From a distance it looks real. I thought it was a five-year old with strange facial features the first time I saw it. I was freaking out because every time I stared to figure out what was wrong with his face, it would whip it's head around, stop talking, and stare back at me. It wasn't until I was on my way back and was right up next to the man and his son, that I saw it was a homemade doll with a moveable mouth and giant, blinky eyes. We all know what that does to me. I'm terrified of dolls, and this was by far the creepiest doll I'd ever seen. I was convinced it was pure evil.

Today, I headed to the gym at lunch and the man was back. This is only the third time since I've lived here, that I have seen the duo. Today, rather than the man sitting in a chair, with his mock son, standing on his lap, he was strapped to the front of this man's chest, dangling and yammering his imitation mouth. Chills hit me again. I immediately called my mom. "The doll is back! The doll is back!"

Upon my return to the office, I emailed with April and told her the doll boy was back and dangling. My mind was racing thinking of the life this man lived with his doll. I told her it was like a white trash Pinocchio! So with that, my friends, I give you his story.
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