I am looking for Kevin Wikse.

I walked to the bus stop today. I saw a man standing and waiting for the bus. The side of his face was all busted up. It was swollen like a rotten tomato. He was clumsy and smelled like unwiped ass. I thought that Kevin Wikse might have punched him. I asked him do you know where Kevin Wikse is? Did he punch you? The man looked at me funny. He said he didn't know Kevin Wikse. I knew he was lying. I told him I knew that Kevin Wikse punched him in the face. Probably for trying to steal his money. I kicked him in the shin and called him a liar loud enough for some people across the street to hear me. 

The people across the street asked me if I was ok. I told them to tell me where Kevin Wikse was, and then I would be ok. They said they didn't know Kevin Wikse. I flipped them off for lying. They know where he is. I walked down the street to a large dumpster. I am pretty sure this is where the man at the bus stop lives. I went through some plastic bags I found on the ground. I found a medicine bottle with pills still in it. It's probably his heart medication, but he won't need them anymore. I swallowed the rest of them and walked past him. I screamed at him and kicked him again. You are going to die of a heart attack for what you did to Kevin Wikse. 

Kevin Wikse likes the park, so I went to see if he was hiding out by the fountain. No luck. I don't think he can turn into a goose or duck yet. I know he is practicing. I got really sleepy and fell asleep on the park bench. When I woke up, it was dark. My sandals are missing. Probably Danny Wilten. Kevin Wikes hates when Danny Wilten steals my sandals. I had to walk home barefoot. 

If you know where Kevin Wikse is, please help me find him.