enervate

to weaken or destroy the strength or vitality of.

Tyrone stood in his puddle of insults and felt the years of exploration into the world of artists begin to deflate by Nautical's arrow slung into him in condescension. How could such an odd man match such odd and biting remarks, Tyrone raged to himself. Perplexed, his confidence in the social graces of art and artists began to enervate. Then almost simulataneously, as he lingered off his last thought, maybe, he thought again deeply, I'm taking this too personally. The stranger's oddities do in fact correlate.

A mere glance at Nautical's striped animal fabric attire would suggest Nautical's peculiar perception of his own aberrant existence in this supposedly sensical universe. And why should such nonsensical clothing defy the permission of his erratic behavior? It wouldn't.

The boy's insult puddle then turned into a sea of observances and his knees felt like they needed to bend, so he walked toward the center benches between walls that held windows peering into the art life, this other life. And he sat down. In his rest, Tyrone found an acceptance to give the stranger man a nodd into his matching behavior and appearances. Odd.

*Stay tuned for the unfolding story of Tyro and Nautical.*