The strangest thing happened the other day. As I was walking out of a grocery store, a man began to approach me. I quickly made for my car, but he cut me off.

"I'm not interested" I threw out, regardless what he might be selling.

He began to chuckle with some sort of deep resonating tone which told me he expected such an answer, "I have nothing to sell". HIs eyes seemed to be shifting inwardly, dilating with the consistency of a gaseous Jupiter. So I slowed to a stop.

"Look, I really don't appreciate this kind of thing at stores. I didn't come here to be pestered. Here, take a five."

Again the man began to chuckle that in that deep, deep tone. It was then that first noticed it. Upon his forehead, tucked under a tossle of wavy black hair, was a scar. It seemed to have been there for quite a while.

"Where'd you get that from?"

"This" he said as he swept his hand up and through his hair "is precisely what I want to talk to you about...". He took his arm upon my shoulders and we began to walk. I heard some of the grander stuff a man could ever hope to hear put into words. He would speak for some three or four hours, never tiring, never interrupted. I just listened. He told me all that I had wanted to hear. All that was mystery to me. Some part of me had wondered if such an event was to take place. And when I had wondered, I had actually envisioned a man much like this. Though I must say it all seems so unbelievable. If you'll allow me a few minutes of your time, there is something you must know...