alonso was a nervous man. when he got dressed in the morning, he would routinely think “but this outfit makes me look like a malnourished otter!” these were not happy thoughts. and when he was introduced to strangers he would offer them items out of his pockets to avoid talking about himself. these were not happy encounters.
one day, when he was despairing about his nervous disposition, alonso was walking beside the river on the edge of town when he saw a man named ‘damien heulog’ sitting on the river bank. damien was throwing small flat stones on the surface of the water in the hope that they would skim to the other side of the river. they never did. in fact, each one sank without a trace the moment it splashed into the water. damien’s face was painted with a variety of products – lipstick, eye liner, eye shadow and just a hint of rouge. he wore his hair in a bun and his clothes originated from both the “male” and “female” sections of local shops.