He sits there, on his porch, his mind empty, and brain cells dieng. Every day he uses less and less words, pausing longer and longer everytime he is asked for an answer. Dark cicles surrounding his eyes, he looks and smells as if he hasnt bathed in two weeks. People walking by always stare at him, on his lonely porch step in the same place as they pass him day after day. He looks emotionless, drifting in and out of consciousness. I dont think he cares about any one but himslefe, he is a Drug Addict. He is Hopeless.
The Man On His Porch Step
March 12, 2009