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(2/2) Pic related: a souvenir he left me, guy’s name was Vince Weldon, you can verify the Wikipedia page yourself. After we had met a few times in the McDonald’s and spoke, there was one occasion where a middle-aged man in a pretty nice suit and a touch of grey in his neat hair came up to talk to us out of the blue. I thought it odd to be approached by a professional like this in a McDonald’s, but I also wasn’t that on-guard since I had essentially done the same cold approach with Vince. This guy seemed sharp, and clearly dressed professionally, but within a couple sentences of introduction, he starts saying straight-faced bullshit to us, going on about how he spent a couple years with fairies in the forests of South Carolina, and how they’re an invisible race because their bodies vibrate at a such a pace that light refracts through them unless they want to be seen, shit like that. He was bouncing off of Vince, as Vince kept denying his story and reiterating that “what you saw were demons” and shit like that, and I wasn’t sure what to do with myself. I was 18 for fuck’s sake, I didn’t have worldly experience to understand what was going on. Anyway, he spoke with Vince for a good 30 minutes about these wild stories, and I never see him again. Looking back, a part of me’s convinced that this was a literal actual agent sent to make sure I wasn’t prying military secrets out of a retired engineer, as they probably knew his mental health was failing and I doubt they’d just let him go about his business without any sort of checkup given his extensive history. He succeeded in pulling a lot of the crazy out of Vince and making what he said out to be nonsense after all. That or it was some Patrick Bateman wannabe, I really can’t say. Anyway, had I a few more years under my belt I would’ve kept in touch and laid boundaries, but I regrettably ghosted him as I was, again, 18 and confused. Hope he’s well if he’s still around.
(2/2) Pic related: a souvenir he left me, guy’s name was Vince Weldon, you can verify the Wikipedia page yourself. After we had met a few times in the McDonald’s and spoke, there was one occasion where a middle-aged man in a pretty nice suit and a touch of grey in his neat hair came up to talk to us out of the blue. I thought it odd to be approached by a professional like this in a McDonald’s, but I also wasn’t that on-guard since I had essentially done the same cold approach with Vince. This guy seemed sharp, and clearly dressed professionally, but within a couple sentences of introduction, he starts saying straight-faced bullshit to us, going on about how he spent a couple years with fairies in the forests of South Carolina, and how they’re an invisible race because their bodies vibrate at a such a pace that light refracts through them unless they want to be seen, shit like that. He was bouncing off of Vince, as Vince kept denying his story and reiterating that “what you saw were demons” and shit like that, and I wasn’t sure what to do with myself. I was 18 for fuck’s sake, I didn’t have worldly experience to understand what was going on. Anyway, he spoke with Vince for a good 30 minutes about these wild stories, and I never see him again. Looking back, a part of me’s convinced that this was a literal actual agent sent to make sure I wasn’t prying military secrets out of a retired engineer, as they probably knew his mental health was failing and I doubt they’d just let him go about his business without any sort of checkup given his extensive history. He succeeded in pulling a lot of the crazy out of Vince and making what he said out to be nonsense after all. That or it was some Patrick Bateman wannabe, I really can’t say. Anyway, had I a few more years under my belt I would’ve kept in touch and laid boundaries, but I regrettably ghosted him as I was, again, 18 and confused. Hope he’s well if he’s still around.
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