Thursday, August 26, 2010

Zach



Meet Zach. He's thirteen. And he's big. When he gets on the beach he becomes a spry puppy, rolling in the sand and scratching like a whale shedding barnacles. His favorite game is getting in the way and he is good at it.

Zach was raised in a household in Dunedin and when the old lady (Zach's primary care giver) stepped out, the old guy didn't want him and the eighteen year old daughter didn't feel any need or responsibility welling up either. So now Zach lives on a permaculture homestead with Bob and tells sexist and racist jokes just to get a rise out of the German Tai Chi master who also lives there and spruces the place up with Ikebana.

Also, through dream, Bob has discovered that Zach is short for Exactly.

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