Fat Man Takes a Walk.

A bead of sweat paraded down the face of a man of a somewhat small and bulbous stature. His skin was a rosy-shade of red and wrinkles ran across most of his face. His chin appeared to connect directly to his neck, with fatty loose skin that dangled above his cheaply made American suit coat. As he stood from his noisy office chair, his knees let him know that they weren't going to be too cooperative with what he planned on doing. His thick, wobbly thighs rubbed together, and chaffed the skin like it had been doing for longer then he could remember, a pain that his body had gotten used to years back. The walk from his tightly packed office to the elevators seemed like miles. theoretically it was mere feet but someone of such a gluttonous physique it was hell, in his distorted sense of mind he would have compared it to the trail of tears.

December 16, 2005