Ignoramus Rex

He had a bad dream. A nightmare, if you will. He dreamt about the death of his friend. Newly married, he cried in front of his mother and wife.

He is attached to his friend with dog-like loyalty. He did, at one time, receive clothes and just enough money to pay for his bus fare. Running from the police was not cheap.

She asked him to come visit her. He refused, even though he didn’t know why. Times had changed, of course. He was no longer the person she used to know, and he suspected she had undergone similar changes. Perhaps he was afraid to face the extent of these changes. Perhaps he was ashamed of how low he had allowed himself to sink in the intervening years. Perhaps he was afraid that he would, as he had earlier, fall in love with her every time he met her.

Perhaps he’s just stupid.