04.26.05 11:11 am

on my way to work this morning, driving downtown and waiting for a light, i spot a man crossing the street.

he looks like many men shuffling through the older pioneer square area: unkempt, unshowered, overgrown, baggy coat, vacant stare. ya know, the manson look that seems to be all the unfortunate rage among seattle's transient population.

but what catches my eye is what he is holding close to him, clamped to his side by an unwavering arm: a pale red-headed toddler, arms and legs dangling against him.

which makes my heart stop for one hot second before i realize that it is lifeless, head unmoving, a large doll.

but not just any doll. it's a full-size chucky doll, and it's staring at me with that evil smile. good christ.

as is chucky's keeper, manson eyes right at me as he continues to cross the street and stand at the corner.

the light, which takes sweet friggin eternity to change, finally turns green and i drive forward, feeling their evil dual stare as i pass them.

i have a meeting in a few minutes. a rather important one.

reeeeeally didn't need the curse of chucky with me this morning. damn it all.

i need coffee.