In my old building, there was this one really fat guy. And we're talking like extra jumbo fat here. Not only that, but he was extremely dirty as well, to the point that I avoided his whole floor and sometimes even the ones above and below it (this is actually true. I delivered flyers in my building, and no one on the third floor ever got any. )
Anyway, I go back to the old neighborhood a few years ago to see my friend, and we're walking through the courtyard of my old building. I haven't been back there in a year or two, and you know what the first sight is that hits my eyes?
Mark, the guys name is Mark by the way, on his terrace, without a shirt. Apparently, he's taking in the summer rays, maybe wants to get a nice tan going. That image is forever burned into my brain.
Just though you guys might like to know.