Even
though he stood smack dab in the middle of the aisle, caught in a reverie of
self-deprecating debauchery, no one in the busy supermarket bothered to
interrupt him. Shopper after shopper politely maneuvered the relatively new
carts deftly around his large frame, always missing even the slightest possibility
of touching him, even though to touch him now might be to save him from
himself. They’d rather err on the side of caution, for he had the look of a
psychopath what with the clothes he wore and the way his eyes seemed transfixed
in his face,
