I saw Bigfoot one time. He was reading a copy of Cosmo in a convenience store. Then he bought three packs of Marlboro Reds, a can of Diet Coke, and one of those little roses in the test tubes. Gave me a nod on his way out, I guess just to say, "Hey, thanks for not making a big deal about seeing me."
I wish I'd gotten his autograph, but I didn't have anything to write with. The cashier said she sees him in there every couple of weeks. I guess he's got a meth problem because no one buys those little roses in the test tubes for any reason other than smoking meth around here. His teeth looked okay though. Maybe he just liked the look of it.
They shut that store down after it was gutted when the hotdogs started a grease fire. Haven't opened up another one. I wonder where Bigfoot scores his meth supplies now.
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