I went to Haiti for the first time in October of last year. There was a man working in the Fabrik factory who wore glasses, was always unshaven, and never looked at you directly with his beady little eyes. I never learned his name, but I started to think of, and refer to him, as "The Axe Murderer". I don't know why, he just had that look.
When I went back to Haiti on Monday, there he was again, only I couldn't remember where I knew him from. I kept bumping into him and couldn't place him, until suddenly I remembered that he was the Axe Murderer.
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