This old guy is nice, he’s like a little… well old. His memory isn’t all there and he rambles. Also he smells like old coffee and hard candies… you know before this you didn’t recognize any specific smell as what hard candies would smell like, but now… well you do. And that’s this guy. Also gin, he smells like gin. Which is a hard smell to come by as almost nobody likes gin, you know aside from that one guy who does those gin commercials. Though it’s hard to base a person’s personal preference of alcohol based on the acting jobs they do for liquor companies. So revised statement, the only person you know that may even possibly like gin is the guy who acts in the commercials promoting that specific gin.
So you’re sitting with this old guy and he’s talking… and talking… and talking. It’s like trigger words for old people. You say one thing and it sets them off on a story of what happened to them 20 years ago with that once famous person they met at dinner and shared a few words with. That tale ends and leads them on to another story and another and another till they get tired and want to take a nap… it’s an enduring process. And as he speaks the scent of gin old coffee and what may be the scent of death permeate from his mouth to the point where if you stare hard enough, squint your eyes and tilt your head to the right 27.2 degrees you can see the vapors as they escape the capture of his mouth.
As you slowly watch the vapors you drift off, your eyes grow heavy and your body begins to relax. Then you shoot up, towering over the old man who looks back startled… well maybe more shocked than startled… or a little scared. Definitely surprised though, the way his face got all crinkled showed you that. “So your RV can I drive it?” you bellowed with excitement. This caused the old smelly guy to fall over from the sheer power of your voice. Or it may have been that the lawn chair was rather old and finally gave way. You do recall seeing some rust on it, so it was defiantly weathered. There is also the possibility that your powerful booming voice caused the core structure of the chair to come undone… or it could have just been afraid of you, but how many times have you seen a chair show emotions?
The area came to a calm silence; which was uncommon for the wilderness. But you are you to judge? Slowly the old man spoke as his lips rapidly slapped together as the words were being forced out. His body grew tense as his arm retracted and held his chest as if he was pledging allegiance to the flag, you know to the United States of America… It became evident that he was either having a stroke or a heart attack… what I don’t know the difference… The fuck, am I supposed to be some kind of doctor?! He’s dying okay, let’s move on.
After struggling to pledge he just plopped over on the dusty ground. Your almost friend died right there in front of your eyes… and it was probably your fault. Now the death of a strange old man that lives in the woods on your hands what are you; an anthropomorphic black bear; to do?
Bear out (5-H)
Stay with him, he deserves a proper burial (5-I)
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