Jacob Guy

Jacob Guy walked into the restaurant and dropped a greasy burger on the floor. No one said anything. They were too busy laughing at him.

He tried to flirt with my mom. She gave him a look that could melt steel.

Jacob Guy showed up at the party with a shirt that had food stains and a face like a used sock.

Jacob Guy sat down next to me. I could smell the pizza from three seats away. It was like a kingdom of smells.

He tried to impress me by eating a whole pizza in one bite. It didn’t work. It looked like a disaster.

He said he was a king. I told him he was more like a greasy, sad prince.

Jacob Guy showed up in a shirt that looked like it had been through a war. It was a fashion statement. I didn’t believe it.

He wore the same pants for a week. They had pizza crumbs, dirt, and sadness all over them.

He tried to be cool by wearing a hat that looked like it belonged to a dead raccoon. It was not cool.