One day Nathan enrolled in the local university's art program. Early in the semester, his class went on top of an old parking deck to do oil cityscapes. They had been there some time, and Nathan yanked out his weiner and started masturbating, poised on the edge of the roof’s ledge. His fellow students they were very concerned with his erect penis, which deeply offended some of them. They called the campus police who came in just a short time. Nathan took off running and evaded the pudgy hands the cops threw at him. He flew down the stairs gracefully, his dirty hair thrown back by the wind blowing up the stairwell and his perciptious descent. Once in the street, he ran randomly back and forth, and when about half a block down he stopped, he somehow found an unlocked black mercedes benz. He opened the car door and got behind the driver's wheel. In a few seconds, the winded police were pulling him out while he tried to start the car using a watermelon seed in the ignition.