HORACE the WALRUS

Horace used to work in the employment office. He was notoriously slow and unhelpful. It was a miracle anyone got hired. After he got fired, he got another job at the Gulf gas station on Ellis Street. I found him by accident when I stopped there once. He floated behind the glass of that little booth and gave wrong directions. A year or so after that, they knocked the place out of existence and now all that’s left is a plot of gravel.