another short story.

mr. lope.

he listened to the radio inbetween stations. it was like he didn’t notice. sometimes it was a country music tune interfered by the news, each outweighing the other at random. he turned it up but it didn’t seem to be anything specific he was listening to or for.

when he was stressed he’d karate chop the air and yelled heehaaaaa. i think he was stressed a lot.

he tapped his pen on his front tooth when thinking outloud.

his writing was unreadable. he crossed his g’s.

he did all his math in his head, tapping his pen on his tooth, talking aloud then followed by a karate chop to the air.

the paper he wrote on seemed to come with pre-coffee stained rings.

he hacked something up before he spoke, especially if it was slightly confrontational. his armpit was constantly itchy. he picked his bum when he thought no one was looking.

spent most of his money on the lottery, he’d make it big one day. you’ll see he would say right after the karate chop to the air: heeehaaaaaaaaaaa, then followed by the tapping of his pen on his front tooth. he turned up the radio.