Thursday, February 21, 10:30 am: Irked by my lack of success the previous day, I returned to Lobster Boy’s home with a friend. Like I had done alone one day previously, we walked close to the house, and screamed “Lobster Boy.” Suddenly, through an obscure window, I saw the red-costumed artist. He looked out to acknowledge us. In sync, my friend and I began dancing the Macarena, the world’s greatest dance, but Lobster Boy ignored us and turned away.
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