Limey Orange Peeler

I met this one fellow on a train ride to Istanbul once five years gone by.  He is a poker player who loves to live on the run and plays blackjack with one eye covered with a patch.  I met him and I instantly wished I never was his friend.  But thats not due to his habits, this is because Limey Orange Peeler was really a friend of the Babylonians of yesteryear who he time traveled back in time to visit three times a month.  Limey would come back to present day with necklaces adorning his face and a burger that was cooked in a Babylonian fire pit that he asked me to try. It was very tasty but its burned edges were really ill to the touch.  I miss this fellow only in such that his lifestyle made me think of a pirate who sailed the seas of hope but brought oranges to give to the native Indians in North America when he time traveled back to the 1700s.   Limey was not offensive and he actually smelled like a rose petal.  I think thats interesting considering he did nothing to improve his personal hygiene other than dance in a rose bush cluster.  He did have thorn injuries but he reported that the dancing was so beneficial to him that the thorns only made him feel happier as he could now count how many times he had danced in a rose bush cluster.  Why I wish I had never met him and was never his friend is because Limey had a troubling habit of licking his nose with his tongue and then sticking his finger in his ear and picking out some disgusting wax and inserting it into his ear on the other side.  I did not like his control issues.  That was troubling to me.  But Limey was astute and he played Chess as well.  He reported that he beat Bobby Fisher three times before Bobby refused to play with him any more in the days that Bobby was unbeatable.   Bobby was funny but Bobby did not know that Limey would time travel to the future to see how Bobby would play and then just counter his plans and strategy.  It was fool proof.  Limey I am sad to say has moved to the great world beyond.  He fell off the train that day we met and was attacked by a water buffalo that was mysteriously on the Turkish country side for some extremely obscure and unexplainable reason.  I know that there are no water buffalo who are endemic to that region.  That said, I must say that Limey was a buffoon and a friend of only the class rotting teeth society of blasphemy and evil wishes.  He gambled to make his face remembered in the gaming parlors.  He lost more than he won, but he always seemed to have more with which to gamble.  His income was from selling fruit to the men living on Mars in the year 2099.  He would time travel there and bring them oranges and tangerines and they would intern give him many gold bars.  It was a simple and easy way of life for Limey.  The fruit was abundant in the 21st century on Earth.  So good wishes for a life in the next world, Limey.  The Martians in 2100 will miss the oranges but rest assured they will never get scurvy. They have a wedding notice to bring them three trees a year from South Florida that bloom year round on the Martian surface.  In the time you were trading with the Martians, they also had a time chamber that brought them to a time ten years ahead when the trees were in full bloom and they just brought the oranges back in time.    Good bye Limey.  You made no mistake in selling fruit to the green men in space.  They were as green as you smelled of roses.