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
No comments:
Post a Comment