It had been coming to me that Shirley Manson was Lady Macbeth. It had also been coming to me that Macbeth's brother was the bartender at the Avenue Tavern downtown. I had to eat breakfast, so I went to the Credit Union and then the Avenue and had breakfast.
While I was there, I noticed how closely the owner of the Avenue looked like he might be Shirley Manson's former father. I left.
Instead of taking the #5 bus, like the bus driver said, I waited for the #2 in the rain. It came and I got on.
When I sat down, I noticed a man who looked a lot like this bartender about whom it had been coming to me that he was related to Macbeth. This man had extremely bushy eyebrows which I had come to know as Scottish.
At the Transfer Point, I got off the bus to have a smoke. After a couple of minutes, this man about whom it was coming to me very strongly that he was Macbeth got off the bus a lit up a smoke. I waited until the right moment and then blurted at him directly, "Are you at all Scottish???!!!"
He got a mischievous look in his eye and a pleased smile. He seemed to sense that my right ear couldn't hear very well because of pneumonia I had in the Army. He bent his mouth down below my left ear and told me, "My first name is Scottish!!!" And whispered a name which started with the letter "G", which wasn't Garrick or Gavin, and was so authentically Scottish that I can't even remember any thing except it was Gaelic and started with a "G". We finished our smokes and got back on the bus. I told him I believed in reincarnation and that I thought he was Shakespeare's Macbeth and my father was an incarnation of William Shakespeare and Shirley Manson of the Alternative rock band Garbage was Lady Macbeth. He was extremely attentive and interested, but at the same time visibly agitated when he went back to read his paper. He seemed like he had a psychic knowledge of this female singer who left no one in the whole affair standing on their own two feet!!!
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