Beginnings...

I eyed him like a critical pupil, disgusted by his pitiful existence. Clearly, this man had no will left in him. He simply basked in his own sorrows. Some would understandably feel some form of sympathy for him, partially rolling down their windows and holding bills through the small crack. The pale old man would spring to life, just like a whore in a peep show, earning her pay. Perhaps there is some romantic attraction which brings the money from the north. The attraction is the facade that this man will be saved by someones charitable three dollar donation.

----to be continued-----