His skin was bristly like a toothbrush. It was worse going up, this made him feel dirty. He thought about leaving before the coffee came. He thought about the
Blue Man
but he couldn't remember his name.
He searched it online, but it came up with only the Blue Man Group, he chuckled at a strange contraption they played music on. His coffee arrived, it wasn't no Ethiopian coffee. Just a long American one, no sugar no milk, and it was hot. This warmed him under his small patio. For some reason there wasn't really anyone here, it was a bit colder. Maybe people just can't handle the temperature dropping, he took his hat off, a bit warmer than he thought.
"The Blue man." He said, that was it.
He google him, and his greatest videos came up.
Then an article by some crazy guy living in Berlin, "Ten reasons the Blue Man is still alive." By J.Stephan.
It was a long rant about how he was still alive, and was some kind of government pysop that he died it was all fake.
He scrolled through the rest of his blog. Then looked around over his shoulder.
