Jack Tripper

Wanders the grocery store pushing a cart full of groceries with no intention of paying. Yelling at the top of his lungs how he has just tipped over a section a canned goods near the dairy section. His small band of fellow panksters laugh at his high speed challenges with other shoppers who quickly drive off into the nearest opening to avoid demolition. Part demon, part child, no boundaries or worries as the local rent a cops chase him throughout the place. Everyone around me pretends nothing is happening, like when a child is crying on an airplane hour after hour. No one wants to hear it, but most have been trained to just endure, don't rock the boat or cause any commotion, so Jack Tripper carries on tossing oranges, beef jerky, and spam, a modern day Cat in the Hat whose own personal brand of foolery is only meant with the best intention of amusement, his amusement unfortunately. No sooner Jack Tripper is escorted out by black nylon jacket wearing guards each holding an arm twisted up and turned into Jack Tripper's back. Into the night Jack roams donned in avaitor shades, black Dickies, and a windbreaker dancing to the melodies inside his mind, the jovial joker, unaware of the meaning of malice, ill will, or contempt, jumping up in the air kicking the back of his heels together; he heads off into one of the roughest parts of town unconcerned for his well being, satisfied with the pleasure of a leading a life without boundaries dodging the authorities and all those who only seeking to exploit his flow of infinite happiness at least until the drugs wear off.