Snippet #1030767

(sorry about the long absence)

Lost in his thoughts, sleepy, and comforted by the sound of the brook as he tried ever more lazily to wash himself, Josh was confronted with the presence of a large, warm rock to sun on, and began to nod off after a few moments. At first let his head droop, some of his hair fell across his shoulder, and for a moment he had to have been asleep. He was unsure of just how long he'd been out when his head snapped up and around as result of some stimulus he hadn't consciously experienced. As he pushed himself up to look for the source of his reaction, he saw the very person he'd wound up here looking for. "Oh hey there," he slurred sleepily, "I'm glad I found you, I wanted to apologize about Greg, he's like a drunk or something and he gets all crazy when there's nobody to give him beer. Something about someone has to give him the beer, beer he gets on his own is no good somehow. One time he was so mad he chased me through town, throwing bar stools, during the pumpkin festival...." he trailed off. Eventually, regaining some sense of priority and diction, he offered, "That stuff isn't important though, what's important is that you ignore him. He lets the liquor do his thinking even when there's not a drop of it in him." He laid his head back down and, after a moment, spoke again; "I'm sorry I can't be more attentive, I'm just so tired."