He had some trust issues but that was more a function of his excessive paranoia. Or so he thought. Until he realized he was merely insecure.

Whenever I talk I hurt someone, he says. And because he believes this he sews his mouth shut. Until he gets hungry and he can’t even scream.

Every time a girl walked by, he smelled the air. And closed his eyes. And waited to be transported to a beautiful place. Like a boxing ring.