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The Pessimist in Paradise
Chapter 1
If you ever sojourned beneath the sweltering sun of southern Florida, in your travels you may have frequented the fiery but oh so tranquil beach of Delray, whose glistening waters and sparkling sand attracted so many to the town of which it contrasted with greatly. But contrary to the accustomed case this contrast is a one of beauty. The soothing afternoons spent besides the waves left me never too wary to venture into flamboyant festivities of the town. This vacation feels like a one spent in paradise and if you at all resemble me, a frivolous thought similar to this one may have crossed through your mind during your blissful stay here, "Is there anyone in the world who could possibly be unhappy in this utopia?" Astonishingly, to your probable bewilderment, the answer is yes. Though, my companion, Danny Caldwell, is likely the sole occupier of this pariah causing credence.
To put it lightly, Danny's a strange guy and in retrospect he always was. My earliest memories of him date back to the initial years at my grade school; thankfully in those long gone days our juvenility prevented us from realizing his startling eccentricity and I guess back then were all a bit strange, although most of grew out of it. But Danny never has been nor ever will be like most of us. He's still perennially depressed; he retained his profound disdain for basically everyone, and to top it all off, Danny procured even more socially inappropriate habits along the way. As to why I'd spend my long awaited vacation with this "nut job", well it may sound cliché, but once you get to know him, he's an amazing person. Sadly, the frightening façade that imprisons his true character prevents the vast majority of us from realizing this. Before I proceed, I need to make this plea, do not exalt this cursory description of him to a one of actual meaning, it's merely an inadequate attempt to explain the enigma that is Danny, but in my defense, not Holmes himself could adequately deduce Caldwell's true character.
If anything could shed some light on the eternally black abyss of Danny's unconventional mind, it would be the story of our second day here. After our inaugural day in this adult playground went, for the most part, smoothly, I made the tragic mistake of letting my guard down, which allowed for the tale I'm about to tell. The morning started off relatively normally; after I awoke and dressed, I descended to the dining room to have breakfast. There was a decent buffet and I helped myself to a plethora of omelets, sausage and bacon. It was vacation after all, although I'm not sure if my doctor would agree with this sentiment. After ravaging through the buffet (and possibly my health) for a while, Danny spotted me and the trouble began.
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
Than teach 10,000 stars how not to dance.
-- ee cummings