I always thought having a stalker would be fun. I was right.
This guy showed up at my shop one summer afternoon and was clearly not entirely sane. I had been away for almost a week, and when I arrived home my crew informed me that this guy had been sleeping under the front window of the shop for most of the week, just waiting to meet me. He kind of creeped everyone out, so no one would let him into the shop unless I was there.
Well, we finally brought him inside and when he met me he seemed shocked by my appearance. Apparently, when he had met me in an alternate dimension, I somehow looked different. I think my head tattoo was on the wrong side or something. Some of the background info we got from him was that he escaped a mental institution on the West Coast and hitchhiked across the States because he had "things" to tell me. He told me I shouldn't feel paranoid because there actually is a microchip embedded in the back of my skull. Also, he said the special crystal skull I was given years before was manufactured by the government and would make you crazy if you touched it. The funny thing is, I actually was given a crystal skull and I really have felt crazy ever since.
Anyway, the dude claimed that there are 16 alternate dimensions that I exist in, and that he had met me in all of them, except this one. Of course, I couldn't resist the opportunity, so I asked my manager at the time, Frank, to interview him on camera. The stalker begged me to tattoo him, so that he would know when he was actually in this dimension. I obliged because I figured that if this guy needed to kill me he would have done so already. Who knows, maybe we'll meet again... maybe even in a parallel universe.
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