the Bleeder

The Bleeder is not a man prone to discuss minor topics with folks. He is aware of his limitations, and he is a careful man. His neighbors regard him as praise-worthy, but they are somewhat nervous in his presence. His only defect is that he bleeds at the slightest irritation. Sometimes even words can make his capillaries burst. The harsh consonants of someone speaking German are especially traumatic for him. The Bleeder writes poems in his spare time and enjoys salt & vinegar flavored potato chips. It is said that his father never uttered a single word to him inside the walls of their home and that his mother was the snow white dove of which Hank Locklin once sang. The Bleeder could not be reached for comment, but it is reported that he recently planted a small garden behind his house, okra and bell peppers, mostly.