Narcissists on Parade

Speaking of narcissists, looking out the window of my daughter’s house this morning, I saw her self-infatuated neighbor watering the wood chips in his backyard, so I said, hello. Attempt at communication with the cretinous is seldom rewarding but it gave me chance to observe his astroturf hairdo, the result of supermarket hair color products and bad taste, perhaps, color blindness? A little man, he speaks through his nose, because he has to hold his breath to keep his chest from sagging. Small people sometimes turn out that way and there’s nothing to be done about it. Nothing can.

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