He was young. Stayed that way.

He was young. Stayed that way.

Just because age is a number, this story was too.

What number that is remains to be seen.

But numbers weren't my thing. I would rather get shot in the face with my own faeces than to deal with numerical nonsense. I had to find someone else that could take it from here

I remembered that guy from high school. He used to chew tobacco and waste his time. It was said he had a knack for numbers. Won a few nerd competitions. What was his name

"His name was Rock" - now that I think about it, he could've been an actual rock. i didn't pay much attention in high school.

I believe the guy grew up to become some kind of movie actor or something. Dwayne he was called, but we called him "Rock". That guy was an absolute moron. One time I saw him walk

no, run, into an ice-cream shop and ask whether they sold frozen yoghurt. He then spent the next hour debating why an ice cream shop could sell Fro-yo. The once happy man behind

the curtain moved levers, squeezed gas bags, and switched switches with abandon. He felt consternation at having been seen behind the curtain. It was really him instigating these

horrible tragedies. It was all a joke. It meant nothing to him but random levers, buttons and switches. I laughed.