Grotesque | Mara Lefler

I looked behind me while I was talking to my friend last night. I saw a man, he was a bus driver for the high school kids. He had on a blue shirt and jacket. He was short about five four and he was listening to my conversation. In the middle of my converstaion he came up to me and started to talk. His mouth was completely bare of teeth except for one, it protruded from his mouth and lips. He was talking about how theatre kids can't talk without their hands. He said we should tie their hands behind their back and see if they could talk then. I barely registered what he was saying becasue I was so intranced by his one tooth the stuck out of his mouth. His gums where black and gray. They seemed like they could be made out of tar. His breath smelled like an old rotting fish that has been sitting in the sun for to long. His lip where also crack and dry. They looked like you could peal them off. I didn't know that the Utah Shakespearean Comp. would bring such seasoned people to Cedar.