The man, the bum, and qustionsWhen i saw a man, not a man persay but a shell. His clothing was taterted. like he had been thought the asshole of life and come out of it. his hair a mass of dreaded plotes, of gray that seemed to grow from stress and old age. his face shows the sighns of a true sage, with wrinkles and liver spots,The man, the bum, and qustions
and his eys all white, that seems to pearce the rays of the sun. that held as much raw power.
shackin: in his right hand. he held a can, clickin inside was coin aganst the resty instides.
humply: around his neck hanged a sighn" &nb
a new start...
Anger
