Wade'd already eaten his lunch, leaving him without much else to do besides wander around aimlessly waiting for class to start. Said wanderings brought him up the stadium bleachers, where he started getting ideas he hadn't for maybe two months now; stuff to write about. It came to him after he finished hauling his big body up the bleacher steps and found a place to sit. He had a good view of the place, high up as he was, and his schools namesake was staring at him right back.
The rocks are red... Cool.
That's where the idea came from. Why were the rocks red? Wade understood that it was probably because of some rock science thing he couldn't have cared any less about, but what if it wasn't? What if someone painted them like that? What if they didn't use paint? That's the point when his phone came out and he made a new Google Doc:
- Psycho artist decides to paint a nearby canyon with peoples insides.
- Wife probably cheated on him or something
- Have him pull fetus out of pregnant woman and swing it into canyon wall to paint it.
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- Have him yank a guys rectum out.
