Once uppon a time there is John walking around with his stick. John is blind. He can’t see except very bright light. When he has his eggplant for breakfast, he always click his tongue in very special way, making slurp sounds. Sometimes he uses the bathtub but not often because its hard to find. He doesnt like tomcats and especially those with short tails. His feet smells like chicken breasts left out for two weeks but he doesnt care because he is already blind. His apathy is justified. John sucks as a friend - he often overlooks his friends outside.