Indigo Samson (25)

   
   "Indigo Samson (25)"
   
   Samson Landon got Maxie to purchase him a baseball type of hat with the word KAWASAKI tattooed boldly and beyond the bill, not that he didn't prefer the HARLEY DAVIDSON logo, yet the income of it all; however, never complaining about his woeful wages, but knowing he deserved a fair portion, for it is ever right that the poor man only armed with a fishing rod, a half tooth grin, and a case of crabs made absent by dandruff-controlling shampoo, of any type, gets a sort of decent dowry. 
   He bit into Maxie's mind with the softest of close and contained comfort, tuning into her everyday yet electric brain that housed a frontal lobe kinda crystal, going all Fourth Dimensional, but not resisting the super-mundane aspects of his long-haired weirdness, knowing that a rock does truly give water, and a sorrowful wanker's weapons are forged by an acknowledgment of angels and saints, bragging the axiom that there is more than blue-jean Jesus, but a Christ as architect of the magnificent Multiverse, writing our book, combining our self-forgotten souls with the temptation of atomic consciousness, yet diligently digesting our feeble free will, if gone non-molested by the illusion of critical circumstance.
   Next, he pulled Maxie and himself into a SONIC eatery, ordering onion rings, and tipping the car-hop by way of a clean George Washington.