| What's his story?|
Sometimes I see people and I wonder what their story is. I couldn't possibly know, so I make one up for them.
I saw a man walking along the interstate. He was in his late 40's. He hair was various shades of grey. It was long, tossled. and pulled back into a thick pony tail. He had a long unkept beard. He was wearing a torn flannel shirt, faded dirty bluejeans and a well-worn leather vest. He carried an army green duffel bag with a red bandana tied to the strap.
He makes it to a payphone. He's exhausted. He unties the red bandana from his duffel bag and wipes the sweat from his brow. He dials. Patty answers the phone and listens to his sad voice as he tells her about Sally. She tells Bud that she made great on tips last night and would have it towed to their place. He says she doesn't have to. She wants to.
Bud hangs up the phone and makes himself comfortable on the cement curbing at the service station. He lights a cigarette and waits for Patty to pick him up.