encounter with man at the library

today at the library, a man was wearing my hat. i should clarify: he wasnt wearing the same hat as me; he was wearing The same hat, as in, my hat - a hat i had lost three years ago. the hat was a blue and red hat from the 1980s, a hat they sometimes call "a cap", and on the front of the hat was a german word, the german word being "Budweizer", which in english translates to mean "tub of wheat", and the hat, i always wore the hat because it suited the shape of my head, it still would suit it today, and i saw that my hat was still encrusted with the same white crystals, crystals of ocean spray, spray from the time i slept on the beach pontoon, waking wet and red raw, salt all over my hat, and so then it was clear that this man was not only a thief, he was also a slouch, a slouch too lazy to wash the salt off my hat, and it became clear even more, this man was a slouch in all areas of life, for if i were to describe the man in one word, i would say "unkempt", not just his clothes and…