when i said sometimes he looks sad, sometimes he looks happy, and i think he's getting more absent-minded, sam said, no, there's something wrong. once i got it, he was satisfied and he told me about yesterday when he sat and chanted on the sea wall and the solstice full moon waves were rising. the water was murky and dark and he watched as a wave writhed like a snake, looked at him and hurled its twelve foot swell into him. sam continued chanting, because you can't stop before the end, and another wave rose and crushed all over him. i'm glad sam told me these two things, about mister and the chanting snake waves.