I have a friend who keeps singing all the time,”I was reading Slim Aaron’s, when I got to thing.” A tall teenage guy, perhaps the strangest you would meet of those sorts. A passionate.eater of ice, he found the white colour of my washroom inspirational, and had similar notions about his curtains. He is a godd, rather great writer, though too wordy in his approach. At least he was. Now if there is 1 thing he lacks, it is poetry. A man to appreciate but also one to question.