Tree Man

I was at my Saturday gig in Venice Beach. All was calm for Venice, when our singer mid song yelled out, “there’s Tree Man!”

            I looked out the window and I saw a tall figure dressed like tree. He was on stilts. The stilts made him at least ten feet tall. He was a slender tree. He’s face was painted green and he had leaves and branches coming off of him. He was dancing on the boardwalk as we played. I laughed hardily.

            “Come sing a song Tree Man!” our singer said.

            Next thing I knew Tree Man was ducking down to lower himself through the front door to the bar. He took a few stiff steps towards the stage. He grabbed the microphone, and started to sing.

            “Sitting on the dock of the bay, I’ll be watching the tide roll away.” Tree Man had a good voice. I looked outside while he was singing. There was a short disheveled man with a mustache balancing a thirty-four ounce half filled plastic water bottle on his head.