This guy sits in my favorite cigar store walk in humidor. Every time my peripheral vision hits him, I get startled. I'm not sure why. The stern expression or the belief I am alone in the humidor maybe a bit of both. Perhaps the eyebrows remind me of my father who passed away. Add a salt and pepper goatee and a nose job and it would be a close call. Lose the headdress.
Walken on the Moon
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