He's a townie drop-out. Allergic to preppies. He holds down several jobs, from yard maintenance to bongo player. Terminally weird, he takes photos of road kill for art projects - but he can croon poetry in your ear and make you laugh. He thinks he's a hottie. And maybe he's right. Don't try to send him home - you can't shake him off. That's ok: he's the kind of a stalker you want.
