Nacarato
A tiny lumpy man with soft balls hanging out like he’s been crying since the 80s and drives a van that smells like old socks and regret.
That nacarato in the van behind me smells like he’s been eating expired pizza since the ’90s.
He looks like he’s been sitting in that van for 20 years and still hasn’t found his way home.
That guy’s nacarato is so small it looks like it’s hiding from the world.