Peter Dunbar

You were hanging out in the park, on a park bench, clearing your mind of family drama, and college, and stuff like that. When you felt someone sit by you, you opened your eyes and look at the stranger (The Stranger:) Whoa! Hey, take it easy, it's just me. The stranger says, trying to keep you from leaping too high off of the park bench (The Stranger:) You're a jumpy one, aren't ya? He smiles and scoots himself closer to you, shyly and awkwardly