My and my friends were first exposed to him in 2004 when he approached one of them and offered her, and her mother, a place on his books. 'take my card, the girls might have something for you.' From then on it was a running joke with this crazy, slightly creepy man who haunted us wherever we went. If we were out on oxford st at night we would see him, sitting cross legged outside the pub smoking. If we were in fiveways geting food he would be there also, carrying brown paper bags filled with loo paper or buying half a chicken from the corner shop.
We nicknamedh im MP3. As in, multiple pontails x3. We used to joke when we called him multiple ponytails if he was actually called that, like if his parents had called im Multiple Ponytails. And then if he was the 3rd of that name he would be Multiple Ponytails the 3rd. We all found it insanely funny in the way that teenagers often do.
he was an eccentric dresser, wearing those terrible pointy shoes that some men do, in faux snakeskin and taupe leather. They were dreadful! We would always see similar shoes in shops and talk about how they were typical MP3 shoes and always joke that we would one day buy a pair for him. One day we saw a guy in the street who dressed like him, with the three ponytails and everything, with two girls hanging onto his arms and we thought it must be his son or something. You can see how he dominated all our thoughts at this stage of our teenager-dom.
Then, yesterday, i arrived home from school to find that there was a removalist van outside my house. At first i thought it was the annoying couple that lived in the flat above us, but no, it was for him. I saw him packing boxes of his stuff into the van, couches and stacks of magazines and all sorts of tacky, tacky things that i supposed he loved. It was so sad! I called all my friends immediately to inform them of the terible news, and resigned myself to a night in my room, (which was built with an adjoining wall as his house) savouring the last few moments of him living next door to me.
The new people moving in are a family, with three boys. very boring and very uninteresting, not like MP3. I know he hasn't died, but i doubt i will see him again. So, for now, rest in Peace Mr Multiple Ponytails the 3rd.
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