trae
New Member
The Outsiders If you want a guarantee, buy a toaster.
Posts: 23
|
Post by trae on Jun 3, 2011 23:12:07 GMT -5
Sometimes he just started walking and didn't exactly know where he was going to end up. That was the good thing about it. It would always take him somewhere new, somewhere he's never been before, somewhere obscure and different in this state that he never would have dreamed about it even existing. But it did, and he was there.
Steve took a hearty bite out of the hotdog that the street vendor sold to him and made a face. It wasn't worth the couple of bucks and some change he forked up for it. But it was around that time and he was hungry. When he got like that, he didn't care if it tasted like it came out of the sewer.
He leaned against a building and just watched. He watched the people walk by, the ones that would gawk at him and his attire, and the ones that couldn't care less if they tried. He figured that many people from where he lived didn't really walk too far out of their way to this part of town. It was busy and flourishing and he kind of felt a easy flow to it. He liked it, even if the people didn't like him.
Steve adjusted his jacket on his shoulders with his free hand and let out a slow breath before taking another large bite from his food from the other hand.
Days like this were just fine with him.
|
|