Bag for life

All the moons are aligning.
No sooner does the blog return, it appears all the old favourites are queueing up for their long awaited homecoming appearances.

Look who was getting on my bus yesterday.
The one and only, mysteriously illusive Mr R Mutt.
Still sporting a now faded 'Darths old bag'.
For those of you that are unaware of the man, the myth heres a
wee update

Now, I posted the R Mutt saga almost 2 and a half years ago and I threw the now part of folklore bag away almost 2 years prior to that and he is still using it!!!
The man is truly a legend. Nae, an urban legend.
Anyone that takes a bag out of a bin and still has it over their shoulder nearly 5 years on can only be described in those terms.
Either that or tramp.
Maybe it's a cry for help?
I really want to introduce myself to him but am slightly frightened and quite perplexed as to how to approach him.
And what if he hates me?
What if I hate him?
What if we become mortal enemies?
What if we form an unbreakable friendship?
It's just  too much to take in.

Secretly, I feel we are both aware of each other anyway and reciprocate a silent respect for one another so I may just give him a wee nod and a wink next time i see him.

Not sure how I feel about the bag anymore.