He’s probably pondering an orb on the other side of the creek.

but then again that is exactly why i go to the creek

That’s where I live in my van.

I went to a club once. It was too noisy to hear anyone speak, everyone was drunk, the lights bothered me, and people were moving in ways I couldn’t see the point of (I think they called it dancing). I had no idea why anyone was there and what they got out of it, because all of it just made me uncomfortable. I felt like a complete stranger alone in an incomprehensible alien environment.

Sitting by the creek, with wind rustling the tree tops and running water? That I understand. Few things relax me like that. And I don’t fucking want to see any of you fuckers there, leave me alone. Let me enjoy things.