When Mason was a kid in my old neighborhood, he used to walk in the middle of the road screaming like an absolute crazy person. He would hit my dogs with tree branches until I would confront him.
He was also a regular at the downtown Visalia Starbucks where I worked.
He was always super rude when ordering a water or a smoothie.
He had been a Starbucks customer within the year.
I’m actually shocked Mason wasn’t shot dead earlier in life. I had been avoiding him since he was 12 years old.
It’s a crazy and small world.