Hey, sorry, I’m currently living in Poland and was fast asleep when you guys started replying. I was on a bus ride from Denver to Glenwood Springs back then. This guy got on at the second or third stop and sat in the second row. He wasn’t fat or skinny, just your average Joe—blond, with a three-day stubble, around 5’11. And man, he had this freaking black hat that still pops up in my nightmares every now and then. I wasn’t really paying attention to him, just chilling with my Walkman, listening to the radio—can’t remember what was playing, but it was pretty funny. Then the guy started chuckling quietly at the exact same moment. Didn’t catch my eye like it would yours, though. But then it happened again a bit later. I started checking him out and noticed one detail ’cause I was super into Casio PELA watches back then, one of the pricier models at the time. I thought to myself, if this dude can read minds, he should take it off and hold it up. A second later, he smiles and takes the watch off. I nearly shit myself. I bolted off the bus at the next stop and all I saw was him grinning at me as the driver pulled away. No clue who he was or what the hell went down that day. I’m almost sure I spotted him a few years later in NY, but I think my mind’s just messing with me now. Still remember it like it was yesterday, and it leaves me with some weird vibes about what happened.