His mustache was perhaps fluffier than my dog Gerald. It was shocking with its bold, red color. It quite reminded me of a fat red caterpillar; the poisonous kind that used to slither over my face during my terrible time in the jungle. But his hair; why was it so magnificent? It twisted and curled ferociously in every direction imaginable and unimaginable. But it wasn’t red like his mustache No, it was a shiny gray-blue color that complimented his delicately trimmed facial hair most exquisitely.
He wasn’t particularly short or tall, but his muscles were prominent, and his shoulders broad. He had a long face, which was perfectly symmetrical, save the deep pink scar that ran from his left ear all the way down to his chin. The scar made him look intimidating, but his face was very friendly looking otherwise.
One day it was hot. The heat caused terror, ultimate discomfort, and perspiration unlike any other time in history. Oh, it was unbearable! The man with the mustache was panting; out of breath just from standing outside in the wretched heat. It seemed to press in on him from all directions, efficiently squeezing the life and energy from his strong body with each moment that went by. But where could he go? Then his golden eyes lit up, glowing with the energy of new hope. He knew just the place…
Meanwhile, another young man was having struggles of his own. Sweat dripped down his face as well, but it wasn’t hot; he was afraid. He was running for his life, and that is in no way an exaggeration. His reddish-brown hair flew behind his head, and his feet pounded loudly on the road. Or was that his heart?
This man was shorter than the first, and less muscular-looking, although in reality he was stronger. He as well had a near perfect face…but his nose was not quite right. It was unnaturally angular from being broken so many times.
He didn’t dare look back for even a moment. He just pushed on with the supernatural strength that only accompanies fear. Rain began to fall as he turned the corner, and started the steep descent. The cool drops were refreshing, but he didn’t relax for even a moment. His golden eyes were still alive with fear. Almost there…
Now we travel to yet another part of the world, where a third man is having absolutely no struggles at all.
“Ah, hello there Nancy! How are the boys?” His rich deep voice was genuine and friendly, as he chatted with coworkers at his office’s holiday party, “Hey! Johnny, my man! How have you been?”
He strode about the crowded room, towering above most everyone due to his spectacular height. The man kept nonchalantly glancing at his shiny watch as he conversed, waiting for the moment to come. He probably should have been anxious, but that just wasn’t his style. So he gallivanted around with his expertly gelled hair, and his suave tuxedo, stopping periodically to adjust his bowtie, or glance at his watch.