Kuto’s life was filled with melancholy. He was originally from Saint Kitts and Nevis, but he had been living in the United States for many years. Kuto was a very unassuming man, and he rarely drew attention to himself. He always wore a white panama hat, and his hair color was carrot. His face was shaved clean, and he had a gold septum piercing on his nose. Kuto typically dressed in black clothes, including a black bomber jacket.

One day, Kuto decided to take a walk around his neighborhood. He hadn’t been feeling well lately, and he needed some fresh air. As he walked, he couldn’t help but notice all of the happy people around him. They were laughing and joking with each other, seemingly without a care in the world. It made Kuto feel even worse by comparison.

Finally, Kuto couldn’t take it anymore. He turned down a side street and sat down on the curb next to some trash cans.He put his head in his hands and began to cry silently to himself