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Giant Nut Head

Giant Nut Head does not have a giant nut for a head. It’s a long story.

See, his name is Bryan, but in tenth grade he had to switch from trumpets to the percussion pit because of his asthma. The only carless percussionist, he hitched a ride to Zephram’s party and developed this hilarious squeaking cough when everyone went downstairs to smoke up. One of the older girls (Landrey) smiled and told him it was okay; he, with the unplumbed desperation of youth, fell in love with her.

Then everyone started calling him Giant Nut Head.

Okay, it’s a short story.

Giant Nut Head

Giant Nut Head does not have a giant nut for a head. Don’t worry about it.

“We can seriously get State this year, guys,” he says, leaning over the back of the bus seat with one arm between Lula and Zephram.

“Yeah, I’ve been looking forward to this trip,” says Zephram absently.

“You too?” says Lula. Her knees are up, hair twirled, eyes sparkling.

“Not for State, though.”

“No?”

“Just for the ride.”

Zephram and Lula look at each other, then, a smile shivering back and forth between them.

“I’ve been thinking about doing more push-ups,” adds Giant Nut Head.

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