It was his height that first caught my attention. A giant of a man, nearly seven feet tall, crossed in front of my car wearing wraparound shades, leather bell bottoms and a blue afro bigger than one of those yoga balls everybody is sitting on these days. His shirt might have just been a layer of body paint. He descended into the Beverly/Vermont Metro station before I could stop and chat. Was he a super hero? Space man? The leader of some amazing funk band? Check out my Bigfoot-quality photo and if you know this fellow, please share his story. I wouldn’t want to miss out on some fabulous movie/concert/cult I oughta know about.