Standing in weighing 223 pounds height at 6’4.

“I must stop day dreaming.” Nolan said with a sigh in his voice.

Nolan was a day dreamer.
He had always wished to be the best and win the best girl in his town.

He sat at work and pictured him as the local hero, running into a village that is burning to the ground with people screaming Nolan from the top of there lungs. As he jumps from the tree all buffed out like Arnold. Fighting his way threw rebel fighters and saving the village from certain death and is able to grab the girl who looks so divine in the sun and kiss her till she is brought to her knees.

But sadly Nolan was never that he was the local quit skinny kid who fills peoples gas near the dead highway.

But on his way home he had notice a small fire, he had rushed over there as fast as he could he saw no fire trucks and then he heard a womans scream he had busted in and saved the local girl from her death. She had gave him a kiss. Nolan felt like that hero he always dreamed of.