Comfortable Jacket"Why are you still talking to me?"
"Seems like we are two gents trapped in a glass box with a frozen death just outside the door, so why not talk?" He said with a smile.
"Seems to me like you're a homeless loser with no life and I'm an extremely successful businessman with enough money to buy a bulldozer to run you over."
"Wow you're mean."
I didn't really know how to respond to that.
"Why are you interested in talking to me? Don't I appear as a jerk who you want nothing to do with and you'd rather nothing than to see something horrible happen to me, like death?"
"Well you're a jerk, but the other stuff ain't true."
I looked down. That was shockingly honest and direct.
"People have said they want me dead, why are you different?"
"Why are they? Who are they to decide who deserves to live or die? Who am I to decide it?"
This man was peculiar. He wasn't mad at how cruel I'd been, or at least didn't seem mad. There was another long silence.
"Yes it is."
"What?" The man said confused.
"Yes it's comfortable. My jacket."
"Oh that's right. It looks comfortable." I ceased to talk and went back to the news. The headline was "Man Found Dead: Murderers Name Is-"
"How bout them shoes?"