I’m not sure exactly what he is, but he’s sincere, and I do like his mustache and winning smile. And if that isn’t a ribbon for “Miss Congeniality 2011,” it sure as heck should be.
Is he a tiny little polyp with a heartwinning grin? Is he an ambulatory cerebral cortex stalking through a dungeon on little green tentacles, waiting to burrow through some dungeon-delver’s skull, tear out (possibly devour) their brain and replace it with its own mass? These are not exclusive concepts. Most things that want to practice a little freelance trepanning, burrow into your skull, and replace their intelligence with yours have a disarming smile. Like that guy I met last night at “Woody’s.”
Is it some sort of octopus with a skin condition? A tragic, yet resolutely cheerful, example of man’s inhumanity to the oceans, wrapped up in a twist-tie deathgrip of discarded plastic, the chemical deterioration of its mantel showing the mutated brain structure underneath…somehow much bigger, and more active, than any cephalopod has a right to?
Really, about the most we’re prepared to say right now, is that it’s Paco.
And frankly we’re lucky to know that much, we were afraid it might be Jeanette.
Paco from the Goodwill on 2222 and Lamar, Austin