I was sitting here at my desk at work, and just moments ago, I looked out the window. There, about forty feet away, I observed a man walking down Sailors Drive with an air of malevolence.

This man was wearing a dark purple velvet sport coat, solid black shades, and had his short gray hair swept back. He was walking with a purpose.

I feel like he might have been an assassin. Something just wasn’t right about this guy. He was looking too cool for someone walking down a side street in a purple velvet sport coat.