Back in high school there was this really nice guy named Rodolpho. As high school students go he was a rather fascinating guy. He grew up all over the world, moving from country to country; his parents were in the Peace Corps. Every day at lunch he would regale us with tales of the strange, bizarre, and exotic. He used to tell us about tribal men that would paint themselves with the blood of lions just before a hunt or a battle, believing it would grant them the strength and ferocity of the lion.

One day Rodolopho stopped coming to school. We all assumed his parents took him to another far off land to do whatever it was they did. I wonder what became of Rodolpho. . . .

art by Dan Dos Santos