Rasta Tashon Layton

He jumped higher than his 3.5 foot frame stood and ripped the hat off of Timothy Laux's head during the soccer match on the slanted field next to the mess hall.
Laux, of course, didn't care, and went right on playing.
Tashon jauntily came over to where I sat, draping the Rastafarian hat Laux had bought at a stand somewhere.
"Yo mon, whachu doin' wit dat camera mon."
"You're a Rasta now?"
"I been a Rasta fo' life, mon. Ya can mess wid dis."
"You to tired to play?"
"Ineva too tiard ta play. Iaready cause dem ta win. Dey don need me na more."

Clickwhir.

~Orion