The Journey of an Ou

His portly belly strained against his soiled, floral-patterned shirt, while his face was covered in a tangle of white whiskers like tangled electrical wires. His sparse hair, barely enough to count on one hand, failed to conceal his shiny scalp. Coupled with his textbook-perfect beer gut, this short, stout old man's first impression wasn't exactly charming.,Although he remained dazed for a long time after waking up, I have to admit the kid has some real strength. Taking advantage of his status as my savior, and with free room and board plus a low salary, I hired this amnesiac kid without signing any contract. I gave him all the odd jobs in the shop.,“This is a rundown place, looking utterly impoverished. Well, I suppose it's to be expected in a desolate mountain town.”。