There was no doubt amongst the eyes that turned at the sight of him that he was an odd character indeed. This was a man who was scott-free and grooving like a cool cat in the rain to the beat of his own song, his umbrella twirling about without a care in the world as he gallantly sauntered over the cracks in the sidewalk like he was cock-o-the-walk.

He was just off of death-row after all, and any that had the foresight that he was a dead-man now alive could see that he was celebrating every damn breath he took. Bright green eyes took notice of the boy's gawking, to which he grinned ear-to-ear. He ever so loved that look of horror stamped on peoples' faces. It was as if they'd never seen true gaiety in their entire miserable lives.

"Hohohoho! I hear if you stare like that too long you face'll get stuck that way, son."