There’s this loud grunt when he comes.
In different circumstances, it might bring
rescue vehicles, but for now it’s pleasure.
It just comes with a long,

He wore a suit, tattered by the elements. Mud had stained his pristine leather shoes and constant rain turned the Armani vest into a sodden mess that stuck to his slim frame like a second skin. Overall, Jonas Van Halen drew a sad shape in the night, outlined by the sputtering fire he had somehow managed to create under a rocky outcrop.