Sanity is Just a State of Mind

A man walks alone down a deserted country road. No longer the boy he once was, now age twenty-two, he has been on his own for the last nine years. Time and age have changed his appearance from boy to man. He is tall, standing a few inches over six feet. His thighs and calves are pure muscle from all the years of running, jumping and climbing. The skin on his arms is tight showing every ripple and large toned muscle. His broad chest, shoulders and back are perfectly toned, like fine, hard ch...