& Time line, in between the chat with Albrecht, and Eric playing guitar on the roof. &

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This is what sucks about working in a convenience store: no matter whenever you work at night you always get at least one freak.

Like now for example, I must have been waiting a good five minutes for this damn drunk to pick out one six pack, and it was almost midnight!

Apparently having finally picked out one suitable, the drunk paid, made a few rude comments and left.

Having nothing better to do I turned to watch him exit the parking lot of the Seven Eleven, staggering like, well, a drunk.

I must have jumped at least a foot in the air when there was a loud 'thunk' on the counter top.

Spinning around to see what had caused it I was shocked to see a thin man, dressed all in black, a guitar slung over his shoulder, hair a complete mess, and black and white paint covering his face.

"Shit!" I exclaimed, the most cunning remark I could come up with at the time.

He flashed me a smile, and said "Yeah." In agreement.

Quick a cover up! "I didn't see you come in, how long have you been here?" Smart. Still to surprised, I could not do much more then stare.

"Not long, you were busy." He said, nodding a the door. Then "You mind?" giving the stuff on the counter a little shove.

I glanced down at his chosen items, which consisted of a lighter, one can of tuna, and a can opener. "Having a party tonight?" I joked as I rang them up.

"That's right." He said then waved a hand at the stuff on the counter. "All you need in life right here. Or so my cat tells me."

"I'm sure mine would agree with it, though the lighter is a bit questionable."

He shrugged, "Got to allow your self luxury items ones in awhile."

"True." I agreed then gave him the total.

After we exchanged money, he said "You know, you should install bells on that door so you can hear people come in better.

And hole heartily agreeing I told him to say 'Hi' to his cat for me.

With a smile and a wave he went out the aforementioned door.

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As Eric interred the loft he called softly "Here kitty, kitty, kitty."

Pulling out the can opener he fumbled with the can, being preoccupied with that he tripped over the cat, spilling tuna juice on his hands.

Well softly swearing at the cat he finished opening the can and set it down by the windowsill. Then headed up to the roof to play his guitar, the smell of tuna following him up.

Cuz, you know, it's the little things that count.

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The End.

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You know, after watching this movie for the first time I thought 'Wow, what a great movie! That actor is so good! I wonder if there are any more movies out with him in it! His present on the screen is the damn amazing! It's like it just comes alive whenever he gets on!'

Come to find out that all should have been in past tense.

Never the less, he is still one of my favorite actors.

Here's to him, Lifts glass.