It was about 8 & half years ago my friend Ricky and his then GF Amy and my then GF Jessica were biking through Pike National Forest in Colorado outside of Colorado Springs. We we're looking for a place to camp out when we heard a noise someone playing a guitar and the voice was awful!
We see this guy wearing a black cloak, kinda of a cowboy hat that was black, tint circular rose colored glasses, a gray beard.
He had a small little white dog that was shivering.
He introduces himself.
“Hi! My name is Vince, I’m from Minnesota! I'm the Moon Monkey!” He said with a grin!
Vince had a definite arm pit stench odor about him. He was tall, scrawny, and stinky. On the cloak was bold-silver writing embedded that said, ‘Moon Monkey.’ (I am not kidding!) His kind of long brown hair looked like a bird’s nest growing underneath his hat along his scrubby gray beard.
He had battered khaki-forest-green tent with yellow trimming that had gray-duct tape patches on different places on the tent. It was sad looking. A fire he had was dying slowly around the pit.
A full moon was beginning to rise but the sky was still light but the sun just went behind the mountains.
Vice looked at the moon, pointed at it with his right index finger and said, (I have to paraphrase this because I can't remember the words exactly) “And when the Moon glows, it brings luck when it shows! And when the Moon is the light, it’s outta sight! And when the Moon is near, there is no fear!” As he finished, Vince’s pitiful dog let out a pathetic howls especially when he said, Moon a couple of times. Poor thing.
I leaned over and whispered into Ricky’s right ear and said, “This guy is a few bricks short of a load man!”
Anyway, all four of us left and found a spot to camp out in. I plan to write this in my fictional E-book, The Adventures of Crazy Hobo Johnny which should of been out four months ago but I put it off for a while.
I have many weird stories but this one sticks out on the top of the list!