Toothpick body, empty eyes—the youngest soul from the "old continent." He speaks with his sailor molasses voice and the ladies go wild. He dances, but not with me. A pirate and school teacher—a combo made in hell.
I am one of many, embarking on this experiment. The idea is to write a short piece of poetic prose about 365 people I have encountered in my life, one entry per day for a year, using approximately the number of words, matching my age. I've stopped, then resumed, but I am resolved to take this to the finish line.