Then There was Carlin.

"[His] eyes were brown, [his] skin was fair" A well muscled upper lip and obese lower lip found their way onto his disproportionate face. He had no middle lip. Not many people did. After smashing a fish tank in his sleep and severely wounding his hand a friend who often put fish in his pockets remarked "that hand is just one giant scar". Carlin retorted with a mild twitch. HE wasn't sagacious, nor was he suave, he was seemingly loquacious. If someone threw him a live baby there was a one in two chance he would drop it. Not because he was a sick fuck, but because he wasn't an amazing sports star. He played a fairly adept version of Beethoven's 19th on the piano. He hated keyboards. Sucked shit at them too. Vulpine ears stuck to the sides of his head. Eyes were brown with intrinsic blue. Natural left-hander. Liked his toast just crisp. If it was over crisp he'd fucken throw it in the bin. No joke. Generally he was a good student although he was severely handicapped by his lack of 7 times table skills. He was chastised by his classmates for this. Played a mean game of chess. And a fairly fair game of polo. If Percy Grainger had hands like a bear’s paw, Carlin's could be likened to a WHITE chrysanthemum. His general knowledge was fairly sound although he had no clue as to what a pentatonic scale was. One time in art the teacher told him he talked too loud. That cut him up real bad. Like shredded paper. Another time his art teacher wouldn’t let him stand. Got really bad fucken DeepVeinThrombosis in his legs that day. Favourite foods included fairy bread and protein shakes. Pastimes included making model aeroplanes.