Andrew was just putting the newspaper into the front porch of that lady with the dog that always barked. When he remembered something. That boy near the hospital smoking then walking in the rain. He didn't get it. Andrew found himself returning to this a lot. Usually with watching people you understand why someone would do something, why people steal bread, why people tailgate, these things made sense. But that kid he just couldn't figure out.
Blue had upgraded his head phones, and had even seen the winter. Now all the snow had turned to water, and flowers had come and bloomed. He strolled down the street. Happy with his new life. Or figuring out what it was. But really he was just happy he could walk around and listen to whatever was on his ipod. He even did some of his old moves from time to time.
When Andrew saw this homeless guy bobbing his head a listening to music. He remembered something. That day near the hospital. That man getting into a car, pushed by that other guy looked blue. Why did that homeless guy remind him of that? I wonder where that kid is.
Andrew folded the next newspaper in his hand in threes, and then bound it with a rubber band. The ink ran on his finger tips and he rubbed his fingers together, looking forward to washing his hands at the end of the day. He passed the vietnamese shop and waved. The clouds were getting darker, it looked like it was about to rain.
Blue had upgraded his head phones, and had even seen the winter. Now all the snow had turned to water, and flowers had come and bloomed. He strolled down the street. Happy with his new life. Or figuring out what it was. But really he was just happy he could walk around and listen to whatever was on his ipod. He even did some of his old moves from time to time.
When Andrew saw this homeless guy bobbing his head a listening to music. He remembered something. That day near the hospital. That man getting into a car, pushed by that other guy looked blue. Why did that homeless guy remind him of that? I wonder where that kid is.
Andrew folded the next newspaper in his hand in threes, and then bound it with a rubber band. The ink ran on his finger tips and he rubbed his fingers together, looking forward to washing his hands at the end of the day. He passed the vietnamese shop and waved. The clouds were getting darker, it looked like it was about to rain.
