Mistakes

If you look at the picture. You will be able to follow along with the story line.

On one dark and chilly night in the big city of Chicago, there was a deli just off of 5^th and 14^th street. The inside looked bare. There was no one…Until Dario walked in. He was as rough and tough as they get. That night he was wearing a long, black trench coat. The coat looked as if it has been around for centuries. The right shoulder had a little tear on it. Starting from the collar of the Coat. Just a few inches down to the edge of his shoulder bone. Both the pockets completely torn off his long black coat. As you can see where it was because of the thread just dangling off the coat, as if it just happened. His hands looking as red as the fire truck rushing down the street now. It looked to be as if he just burnt his hands on a hot iron. The marks left from the burn look to be as if it was intended. His face all beat up with scars and fresh cuts. He didn't really look at anyone; he just looked down at his empty glass sitting right in front of him.

As you sit there in despair for what you just did. I am sure that you didn't really mean it. You are worried that someone will recognize you, here in this little deli on the corner. You don’t have to worry. I do know that things have been rough in the start of your life, and you just can’t stop your old ways. I know that you really want to stop. I know that if you run they will run too. I know that if you hide they will find you. You think that this is all you have… But its not. You can have much better than this right now. As you leave this establishment tonight you feel hurt inside. You are thinking about what you did. I know that you hurt all those people before you came here. To you it’s your job but to me I look at it as murder! When you go home your going to clean up and take care of yourself as if you did nothing. You know that when people look at you they might not be able to decode you, but I can.      

I am standing there just cleaning up for the nigh knowing you don’t have a real home to go to. So I look at you, with just a little hatred, and I ask if you needed something. I do this so that I don’t just include my self in your life. So as I stand here talking to you I notice that you are a very nice person. I know how bad you really feel inside. So I ask why did you do it? He replies like anyone else would. With a What? I tell him everything I know and think about his life. He then looks back with a questioned face and walks away. The people siting next to him happen to be his neighbor. They talked to me for a wile telling me EVERYTHING about him. I think to my self how dumb I am. They tell me that the beat up jacket is from him working really hard to keep a roof over his wife and his sons head. They told me that the rip in the coat was from this morning, when he snagged it running late for work. The cut he got was from a fight. Since he caught his wife in bed with another man when he got home from work early tonight. They say that the burn marks are unknown. He doesn't know what to do. He is already too stressed out because of how much he has to work. We all make assumptions. Some are way off and dumb. You don’t really know what goes on. If I had one more chance to talk to him, I would tell him that I am sorry. I would let him know that he has a friend every night of the week.