I've become acquainted with a
strange old man named Thomas.
He works at the hazardous
waste disposal centre out
back.
He seems like a nice old guy and he
loves chess. In fact, he loves chess
so much that he's fashioned all of
his work keys to look like chess
pieces.
We were all set to play last night,
but he cancelled on me. I don't know
if he has eczema or what, but he
said his whole body was itchy
and raw.
Poor old guy.
