Mr Curveball

Mr Curveball was a drifter visiting from left field Mr Curveball only stayed long enough to be a fleeting thought, a brain sneeze, his presence often indicated by frowns, robotic owls looking around, he was a head scratch, fingers on a chin, occasionally rubbing slowly invisibly introduced as a spaghetti of oddity until he moved on - a man dressed as a question dressed as a man undressed