Lawrence preferred his own company, which worked out fine because not many other people did. Oh sure, he could probably watch his behavior when in the company of others: be friendly and outgoing, refrain from beltching or farting, etc, etc… but was it really worth it? I mean that’s an awful lot of shit to have to think about, a lot of P’s and Q’s to mind just to keep the average person from being repulsed. And Lawrence just didn’t have the self discipline for all of that bullshit. “It’s my mind,” he often said to himself, “I’ll do with it what I want.”

Oh and how he did do with his mind what he wanted! When he wasn’t at work, he was usually planted in his old pea-green upholstered  rocker, feet propped up on the matching ottoman. More often than not, the old console TV across the room was on… usually something brainless was playing, like a sitcom or an infomercial. Lawrence didn’t so much watch television as use it as a launchpad for his own imagination. (to be continued)