The CYOC looked for its next victim as the sun went down.
Outside the mall a silver Bentley drove by. Inside was a wealthy and handsome young Political Consultant in an
Armani tuxedo going to a political fundraiser.
The CYOC entered into the car. The young man's blue eyes glazed over. He pulled the Bentley over to the side
of the road and stepped out.
He took off his patent leather pumps. He took off his silk socks.
Suddenly his mind cleared. "WHAT AM I DOING? Barefoot on the highway in my tuxedo?"
A voice said: "Because this is your true destiny" Then he drowned in the CYOC energy.
He took off his tuxedo jacket. He took off his tuxedo trousers. And his black satin bowtie. And starched
shirt. And vest.
He stripped off his silk underwear.
He picked up his wallet and wristwatch and keys and threw them one by one on the highway.
He reached into his briefcase and pulled out his electric razor.
The handsome and successful political consultant sat down on the side of the highway, buck naked, and put the
razor to his forehead. He slowly shaved off his thick carefully styled brown hair.
He tied his silk socks together and made a bandana for his bald head.
A truck full of laughing students stopped and made fun of him. He gave them his patent leather shoes and silk
shorts. They demanded his tuxedo. He surrendered his tux to them.
The next morning he had walked into the wilderness, naked, to a new life.