It is raining outside and Jasper is seated by his window. Sometimes, Jasper likes to count the drips fall from the top of his window frame. At present, his record is one hundred and sixteen. One time, after he lost count, Jasper buried his face in his pillow and shouted racially abusive sentences. Afterwards, he experienced mild feelings of guilt and his throat ached a little. Jasper has an entire draw dedicated to socks. He feels rich when he looks at the amount of socks in that draw.