He tries to throw acorns at some cars, but given the amount of total open space in the world, is doomed to fail. Socialization, to whatever degree he takes it to, exists only for him. The acorns bounce harmlessly to the side of the cars. However, one manages to hit a light post two feet in front of the social bee. He feels proud over his accomplishment.
Light posts are hard to hit.
He works, answering mundane questions about things he doesn't really know about or understand, such as life. She stood across from me. I felt like leaning over and kissing her lightly on the lips, then preparing for any form of violent and physical reaction. I could just imagine myself lying on the floor, while she stepped over me to leave, while blood trickled from the corner of my lip to stain the carpet that would to some degree cushion my fall to the ground. The strangest dream came to me last night.