Well, I don’t usually do this, but I know that all three of my readers would like to know more about FBI, so I took the hit and actually conversed with the fellow at length today after he asked to sign-in again for an Internet PC. In between labored breaths, he commented on a technical book that I was reading, and I took the opportunity to find out a bit about him.
FBI isn’t homeless, but he is out of work on Workman’s Comp. He’s a truck driver by trade, but it seems he’s having this little sleep disorder problem where he dozes off at red lights and such… You see, this is why I rarely look under the hood. Irregulars can be, and usually are, even stranger than they appear on the surface once you begin probing.
For the entire duration of FBI’s Internet session, every patron in the Library was subjected to his exposed 300lb. butt crack as he typed away (and breathed)… At least he wasn’t wearing that T-Shirt again.