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A loud noise at one end and no sense of responsibility at the other.


Also a long time ago, I knew this other guy who – despite a certain level of physical attractiveness – lacked confidence around women. Compounding this was a seemingly insatiable drive towards extreme and prolonged bouts of desire for beautiful young girls. Of course, he never had the nerve to approach these girls and usually stood across the room from them and stared intently for hours on end while drinking incessantly. He thought it gave him a brooding charm. The young and beautiful girls that I knew found him creepy.

In his inebriated state, he routinely took up the challenge of dangerous dares. I remember one time when he climbed up onto a very high roof with a plastic lawn chair. At the top, he tied his legs to the chair, and hopped off the edge. On the way to the hospital, I asked him why he did it. He said, “What was I supposed to do? It was a dare.”

I told him that girls weren’t impressed by that sort of carry on and he looked at me forlornly, and then he looked at his hideously mangled leg despondently, and then he replied that he knew that already.

Comments

yogesa said…
Very saddening narrative... the pic seems to have captured the Gloomy feeling of the subject person also...
Kris McCracken said…
Yogesh, it was a big night for all, that's for sure.

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