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Nathan Wentworth. Salad.
Check.
Finger salads were in. Hip. The thorny toad as it were. It wasn't going to stop him. Not yet.
He took is arms and threw them up high into the air like rubber bands whipping a goat.
"I... can't. I just can't take my more of this. It drives my wild! And not in a food way... you know?"
No one was there. He knew it but it was ok. The acting out eased something in him. Something only a placid mind could discover. It made him frustrated and also lazy. A little crazy too. That was ok. That was good in fact.
Off he marched like a stone rolling across a tedious old man playing dominos. Rolling without regret or faltering.
Without a sense of sensing the hue of a tree. You see he liked trees.
"I absolutely do like trees" he exclaimed to the bushes.
The bushes smiled back. He smiled with a stupid grin as his eyes crossed and he pissed his pants.
Hmm a sense of realism.
A student exiting the community college across the road saw him.
A lady in a woollen frock was astounded as she won the lotto.
A careless grin meandered across a lizards face in the sun.
The sun was hot by the way. A little to hot. But not too much.
Like a shower that's too hot. But not much.
You get used to it.
It's how things sink in.