Carl Dent was just a boring man. Nothing special about him. No friends, no skills, nothing really. Just a sad and lonely man.
One day he found a suit and put it on. Almost instantly, Carl was gone. Superman stood in his place. Carl felt happy for the first time since he was young. Superman immediately went downtown began talking to random people, hoping to make his first friend. It worked. Superman was charming, witty, funny, and happy. He made a friend named Louis. They had supper together, and Carl was a very happy man.
Back at home Carl was in the best of spirits. Superman picked up his old Cello, which Carl had never been very good at, and played beautifully. He was ecstatic. Carl was now Superman. He was perfect.
Suddenly, Carl felt very faint. It felt as if his insides were on fire. He chugged a glass of water, but nothing happened. He yanked off his suit in an attempt to cool down. Superman was gone. Carl was back. His insides felt normal. With a sigh of relief he went to bed.
He woke up, sad as usual, until he remembered the suit. He grabbed it, and put it on. His insides burned as if the fury of hell were trying to break loose. He screamed and yanked off the suit. Carl would never be Superman again.
His phone rang. No one ever called Carl, this made him very curious. He answered. It was his friend Louis asking if he would like to meet at the bar, tonight? Carl nervously said "Yes." After hanging up, he sat down and wondered what had happened to the suit.
He saw the Cello he had been playing the night before. He picked it up and attempted to play, but the horrifying screeches that were produced brought him to a halt. Superman was gone. A wave of despair washed over Carl.
He met Louis at the bar later that night. Louis instantly recognized a change in Carl. After a few minutes of drinking Louis asked, "Is something wrong? You don't seem yourself." But, Carl could not have been anymore himself. What Louis should have asked was, "Where is Superman?" Carl said he was fine.
Louis tried to associate with Carl as long as he could, because of the remarkable impression Superman had left on him, but Carl was not Superman. Carl was Carl, and once Louis realized this, he abandoned him. And Carl was just a sad and lonely man.
One day he found a suit and put it on. Almost instantly, Carl was gone. Superman stood in his place. Carl felt happy for the first time since he was young. Superman immediately went downtown began talking to random people, hoping to make his first friend. It worked. Superman was charming, witty, funny, and happy. He made a friend named Louis. They had supper together, and Carl was a very happy man.
Back at home Carl was in the best of spirits. Superman picked up his old Cello, which Carl had never been very good at, and played beautifully. He was ecstatic. Carl was now Superman. He was perfect.
Suddenly, Carl felt very faint. It felt as if his insides were on fire. He chugged a glass of water, but nothing happened. He yanked off his suit in an attempt to cool down. Superman was gone. Carl was back. His insides felt normal. With a sigh of relief he went to bed.
He woke up, sad as usual, until he remembered the suit. He grabbed it, and put it on. His insides burned as if the fury of hell were trying to break loose. He screamed and yanked off the suit. Carl would never be Superman again.
His phone rang. No one ever called Carl, this made him very curious. He answered. It was his friend Louis asking if he would like to meet at the bar, tonight? Carl nervously said "Yes." After hanging up, he sat down and wondered what had happened to the suit.
He saw the Cello he had been playing the night before. He picked it up and attempted to play, but the horrifying screeches that were produced brought him to a halt. Superman was gone. A wave of despair washed over Carl.
He met Louis at the bar later that night. Louis instantly recognized a change in Carl. After a few minutes of drinking Louis asked, "Is something wrong? You don't seem yourself." But, Carl could not have been anymore himself. What Louis should have asked was, "Where is Superman?" Carl said he was fine.
Louis tried to associate with Carl as long as he could, because of the remarkable impression Superman had left on him, but Carl was not Superman. Carl was Carl, and once Louis realized this, he abandoned him. And Carl was just a sad and lonely man.
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