Tony (in name only) is an old, retired librarian. He lives alone, in a smallish (250 sq ft) room. On the stereo he plays either Mahler or Tupac while he knits his hats to sell at the market. Tony is not whom we are used to, and that’s okay.

Life for Tony wasn’t easy, nor was it difficult. For the most part it simply was. He went to work and returned home each day. (Only occasionally calling in sick.) He read some naughty books and some that were considered to be great. He enjoyed drinking while sitting home alone, and he usually sat home alone. He rarely exercised and he always indulged.

Retirement became an excuse to put off the things he was already putting off. Knitting filled his time and yarn was cheap. Whenever Tony tired of knitting he usually drank a bottle or two, turned up the stereo, and took a nap.

Tony is napping as we speak.

When he dreams he dreams of the things he does when he is awake. And occasionally, only occasionally, he dreams of the things he would like to be doing. Now is one of those times. Behind Tony’s closed lids lies Tony next to a beautiful man. They are both naked, and Tony is smiling. As far as he is concerned he never needs to wake up. Lets hope he doesn’t.

He is a most peculiar man.