That bastard, Manny, woke me up again in the middle of the night. I absolutely hate it when he does this. This time, I guess he had a good reason to wake me up like that. I just wish he wasn’t an asshole about it.
Manny and I, we have a strange relationship, I’d say. Even our meeting was weird. He just appeared at my place one day. He was there, sitting on my couch – reading my copy of Dan Brown’s Angels and Demons.
I’ll admit this much, his appearance at my place wasn’t random at all. I can swear I’ve seen him looking at me as if admiring me from a distance for weeks before our meeting. It’s hard to miss the guy. He really sticks out in a crowd, given his odd-looking head. Manny’s appearance is mostly unremarkable, other than what appears to be a pale white smiling mask permanently fused to the skin of his head. It looks like he has a purposefully deformed mannequin head stuck on his body. Hence the name, Manny. (Read more...)