Dooky's Quest: The Beginning

Mesmerized by the lights and sounds Dooky wandered through the streets of Las Vegas. He had never seen so many people, smoking, drinking and gambling. Maybe, Dooky thought, this could be the place where I could call home. These people seem self indulged and perhaps my affliction will go unnoticed. So Dooky began the search for a suitable place to live. He began at an apartment finderâ??s office. When he walked in the door the women behind the desk got that look on her face. Had she already smelled him? He had just walked in the door, there was no way. Dooky opened his jacket to check for himself. WHEW! The smell was so bad it floated through the air, like fog on a crisp spring morning. As the fume loomed toward the woman, her forehead crinkled and a tear rolled down her cheek. Dooky took a few steps closer, the woman began to gag and then projectile vomited on her desk. Like the Millennium Falcon caught in the Death Star's tractor beam, the woman could not escape that smell of poop coming from poor Dooky. Her projectile vomiting started to make Dooky nervous. Nervousness causes Dooky to sweat and as his body temperature rose. There was nothing he could do now as the smell of humid piles of feces engulfed the office. The woman behind the desk passed out as Dooky began to cry and ran out the door. It was time Dooky seek professional help for his affliction. "I must seek out professional help," Dooky said to himself as he ran away.
The quest for an end to this horror would begin.