By: Josh Embry
Mr. Harold Coffer was an older gentleman. A respectable gentleman however, with slick pants that accentuated his spider-like long legs but not so much so that that it was perverse. He wore shiny black shoes that housed a large, gold buckle in the middle of the tongue. He preferred not to wear a jacket to accompany his pale blue buttoned shirt so as to not cause street accidents with drivers losing their focus, for if he did wear one of the many attractive jackets he owned, it would certainly have done what he so feared.