The Journey of an Ou

The young man named Heath turned pale, helplessly leaning his broom against the wall and brushing dust off his hands before walking into the house. The lyrics he hummed also changed.,His portly belly strained against his soiled, floral-patterned shirt, while his face was covered in a tangle of white whiskers like tangled electrical wires. His sparse hair, barely enough to count on one hand, failed to conceal his shiny scalp. Coupled with his textbook-perfect beer gut, this short, stout old man's first impression wasn't exactly charming.,The door was pushed open and a tall man in a black hooded sweatshirt walked into the general store, smiling and greeting Old Jack: "Hey, old Jack."。