The big man woke up that morning like many times before. “How many hot dogs are in the fridge today?” I'd imagine was a fleeting thought, I could be wrong. He looked out the window to see the van pull up. “Doop dee doop,” said his brother, signing for their transport. They both walked out the door where they were greeted by their chauffeur, Mr. Matthew M. His strong, but gentle hands opened the sliding door of the vehicle and helped them up the steps. “Got boots on?” asked the big man. The chauffeur smiled; he was the strong silent type, much like the big man. “Doop dee doop” repeated his brother. A voice retorted from the back of the van, “Shut the fuck up, Bryan!” The big man lifted his shirt up and down the whole ride, showing everyone the glory of his engorged, grapefruit shaped belly.
Soon after arriving at their destination and bringing all the celebrities up stairs, the big man sluggishly went into his respective zone. “We're going on a walk this morning, bud.” The big man didn't like outings. His muscular anatomy was riddled with anxiety when it came to loud noises. He held onto the zone leader's hand as they walked out into the loud unknown world that surrounded the building. They passed by countless intimidated eyes, coffee shops, and record stores. They saw puppies. The big man wondered if they ate. To everyone on their journey, the big man and his followers were like bizarre pictures on a wall, the frames tilted just off-center enough to notice. But I think he just felt the world was tilted and all his pictures were perfectly straight.

here comes the big man (the big man)...here he comes...
One with the flowers and the babies (big smiles for the big man)
I'm not wet