Christmas Time Yay!

The rain becomes less wet and more cold. White flakes stick to grass and slowly consume the entire cemetery. With a twinkle in his eye and a pip in his step, Brian undresses. The slush between his tentacles feels like mud between toes. Brian wallows in the cemetery for a good five minutes. He gives it a rest once his entire body is numb. It was worth it. The clothes come back on and he proceeds to build an igloo. Oh yeah this is gonna be a nice igloo. Brian scurries around accumulating mounds of snow and then proceeds to pack the snow into a smooth dome. He wishes he had this made when he was a child. The person to igloo ratio would have been much grander.
Then breaking through the sky came an attack! Brian rushed under the cover he had luckily just created and made one hundred snow balls. His snowball making skills are like that of Buddy the Elf. Like a cannon Brian returned fire. Ten minutes passed without action, then thirty. Brian's adrenaline was run out and he was thinking about creeping out of his igloo when the thing collapsed.

That night

Brian wakes up every day, and its the same routine. Why does he live in Watershed Heights anyway? This place sucks. He has a crappy job cleaning up crap. The pores on his feet get no time to breath. He's had these stinkin octopus feet his whole life, and no one cares. Brian thought people might think his feet were cool. Maybe scientists would even study him. His gills haven't brought him much attention either. Chicks don't dig guys who can breath under water as much as they used to.
It starts to rain. Brian says, "screw this"; he's not going to work anymore. He's going to goof around at the cemetery.
The cemetery bears many stones and one sleeping guy. The guy looks like he peed his pants. That's funny. Brian leaves the guy a note in his left breast pocket that reads:

Dear guy,
You seem cool. I think I'm pretty cool. I have gills and weird octopus feet, and that's why I sleep in a bathtub at night. Maybe we should get together some time and each enjoy a smoke and a pancake.
Your dear friend - Brian

same day

On Brian's way through the lobby he spots a gorgeous woman playing sousaphone. She sounds fabulous. Brian wishes he could toss her some change but not really because he wants all his change for himself. He rushes out the door to avoid any awkward encounters. He is nearly out the door when he slips and falls flat on his face. Brian hates wearing shoes. He hates walking in general. His childhood in lake Winnipeg did not prepare him for this. The embarrassment from falling is overwhelming. As quickly as possible he scrambles to his feet and sprints away from Watershed Heights.
He always tries to keep his arrival at work under the radar. Why should he? It's probably because he smells of dead fish. I guess he's shy too.

Brian: Day 1

Brian wakes up. His head lifts out of the tub slowly. He didn't sleep too well. The cramped space of the tub is getting old. Today he will buy something much nicer to sleep in, maybe a kiddie pool! For now he cracks his neck and creeps into the kitchen. The walls around his apartment are so thin, and his neighbors hate disturbances, especially around their bedtime. Brian works the night shift as the janitor at the local strip club: Second Chances. For breakfast/dinner Brian has himself some canned sardines and toast. He loves toast. After that and a cup of Joe, its into his jumpsuit and off to work.