[ WP ] A person who has used his ability to read minds to glide through life , finds the one person whose mind he ca n't read .

I inherited this *'gift'* from my mother. 
 
 *How's my butt look today? I need to get laid. Should I get another haircut? Why does my crotch itch? She is such a bitch. I'm hungry. I need to get laid. I'm thirsty. I need to get laid. * 
 
 Why the fuck would anybody even WANT to read people's minds? 
 
 I ca n't. EVEN. fucking. TURN! it! OFF! 
 
 I tried to just stay home and hole up with my kitty. 
 
 *Feed me, human. * 
 
 I mean, you can live with that, right? 
 
 It was worse. I began to hear my own thoughts. 
 
 *Walter? This your dead mother. Do you remember me? * 
 
 So, I got this job as a toll booth operator. 
 
 You really notice the ones with quiet minds. 
 
 His was totally silent. 
 
 He handed me a twenty. As I made change I read him. Nothing about him stood out other than the fact his mind was *not churning with thoughts! * 
 
 I handed him the change. 
 
 `` Have a good day,'' was all I could think to say. 
 
 He drove off and I stood there staring at his disappearing car until... 
 
 *What the fuck is this guy starin' at? I'm gon na be late again. I need to get laid. *
