"Poetry, Philosophy, Puke"
After Professor Williams leaves, Xavier and Byron talk some more...
"Yes, well, to be honest, I don't know what the title suggests. My professor father when I was away one summer, found some of my writings and gave me the title, modern philosopher..."
Bryon follows by saying, "Cool. Interesting. I was going to ask you what a modern philosopher meant, anyway!"
They both let out chuckles.
After some time of more bonding:
"Can I see some of your writings some time?" Byron asks, "I'm a poet and most of my stuff I'm not sure you'll really get into, but you're welcome to check it out some time too if you so choose... Poetry and philosophy are quite different, but some might argue and say somewhat similar."
"Certainly." Xavier says.
"O.K., I'll run upstairs now and grab some of my stuff..." Bryon says excitedly as he gets up from the chair and races up the stairs to the first floor.
Xavier smiles in excitement...
How on earth I am going to tell him the truth?, Xavier wonders impatiently as he waits.
*****
"Where have you been?" Professor John Williams asks.
Trevor says, "I was with Tracy for a few days - I was at Tracy's place."
John replies, "You're skin condition is looking better... I hope you are still fasting..."
"Yes, I am." Trevor walks past his father upstairs.
"Thanks son."
...
As Trevor gets to his floor, he walks down the hallway and can smell something foul coming from his bedroom at the end of the hallway. He walks towards his bedroom. Yes, he hasn't done his laundry, but this smell is something worse than that!
Trevor enters his room and then discovers that his room is just as he's left it, but... the smell still lingers....
Trevor smells closer and he can tell that it is coming from his laundry hamper. As he lifts up a few of his clothes, he discovers a decomposing human head. As he looks over, the few pieces of clothing in his hand are dripping with blood.
Trevor drops them and races out of the room! He yells out to his father, then hurls over and pukes...
