It's his voice.

He croons like a bobcat stuck in a claw trap, with ponderous halting style and inflection that makes me want to shake him. I turn the volume up my ipod and face the door hoping I won't hear or see him, but it does no good.

I'm hideous. I know, but I can't help it. 

A bunch of guys watch as a four foot mako shark is filleted. A few hours later, in search of similar entertainment, the group was seen gathered around a pot of water waiting for it to boil. Later they were spotted in their familiar semi-circle, in an auditorium watching a janitor mop the floors. 

Clouds clearing after yet another round of heavy rains.

The last paragraph;

"For an hour they cut at the lines and rope with curved knives, all the while trying to steer clear of a tail they knew could kill them with one swipe. When the whale was finally freed, the divers said, she swam around them for a time in what appeared to be joyous circles. She then came back and visited with each one of them, nudging them all gently, as if in thanks. The divers said it was the most beautiful experience they ever had. As for the diver who cut free the rope that was entangled in the whale's mouth, her huge eye was following him the entire time, and he said that he will never be the same."

That's why the blossoming of these flowers is such a blessing (no idea what they are). Not only do they do cover the wafting doody smells, but they also mask the dirty person and human pee smells on the north side of the park.

it doesn't seem as silly while it's happening.