His tooth still dangles from his past attempt to bite another person’s eye off. A chunk of meat went missing from his arm while playing hide and seek during adolescence. His last name could not be more synonymous with the darkest of magic branches. The murkiest and scariest of creatures lurk in the jungles atop his head. I cannot recall a time when he was woundless. Now who would believe me if I were saying “Yet he is the most patient person I came across in my short life”?
Yesterday was his birthday and shamefully I was the last one to wish him.
