After his close encounter of the dumbest kind, Freddie walks into a small driveway that leads to the back of the building. Once in the back, he sees four green dumpsters and several boys carrying boxes with the exact dimensions and labeling from one building to another. Back and forth, they go moving swiftly like toy soldiers.
Without a doubt, the kids must have robbed a store or something. Nevertheless, he pays the boys no never mind and commences to climb into the dumpsters on a mission. “Dam,” he mumbles with excitement, “I’ve struck paydirt.” However, to Freddie, all that means is the entire container by way of cans, beer bottles, and other recyclable materials is overloaded and sure to bring him a buck or two. He is pulling out twelve …show more content…
When a bizarre situation takes place as he pushes the second carriage along the narrow driveway. Approached by two adolescent boys, no more than ten or eleven years of age. Freddie is surprised when the shorter of the two boy’s grabs the cart. If he does not let go of my shit, this little punk is going to get his ass kicked. Freddie says to himself and with a look that conveys this kid must be out of his fruit fly mind. Freddie challenges the boy. “What’s up,” he asks. However, the kid doesn't respond. Instead, the undersized youngster walks around the cart examining the shoes Freddie is …show more content…
While watching the kids walk northbound on Vermont. Next time, he might not be so lucky.
Amtrak station, Freddie is anticipating some major adjustments in his unproductive life, as the bus pulls into the next phase of what will become an unforgettable journey. Freddie is optimistic, however, he is running low on his medication, and with the stress, he is a little on edge. With a quick goodbye to the bus driver. He walks to the attendant, preparing to be on his best behavior [If that is even possible.], approaching the ticket window, a very friendly employee greets him.
“How can I help you?” A woman with a pleasant smile asks.
“One-way ticket to Long Beach please,” Freddie politely answers while checking out the area. Not paying any attention, he fails to notice that the woman is monitoring him rather closely. However, it is not because Freddie is looking suspicious, or anything of that nature, it just so happens he resembles her son.
“My you look just like my son Mike,” she says, putting it in plain words.
“I feel sorry for the poor fool.”
Without a doubt, the kids must have robbed a store or something. Nevertheless, he pays the boys no never mind and commences to climb into the dumpsters on a mission. “Dam,” he mumbles with excitement, “I’ve struck paydirt.” However, to Freddie, all that means is the entire container by way of cans, beer bottles, and other recyclable materials is overloaded and sure to bring him a buck or two. He is pulling out twelve …show more content…
When a bizarre situation takes place as he pushes the second carriage along the narrow driveway. Approached by two adolescent boys, no more than ten or eleven years of age. Freddie is surprised when the shorter of the two boy’s grabs the cart. If he does not let go of my shit, this little punk is going to get his ass kicked. Freddie says to himself and with a look that conveys this kid must be out of his fruit fly mind. Freddie challenges the boy. “What’s up,” he asks. However, the kid doesn't respond. Instead, the undersized youngster walks around the cart examining the shoes Freddie is …show more content…
While watching the kids walk northbound on Vermont. Next time, he might not be so lucky.
Amtrak station, Freddie is anticipating some major adjustments in his unproductive life, as the bus pulls into the next phase of what will become an unforgettable journey. Freddie is optimistic, however, he is running low on his medication, and with the stress, he is a little on edge. With a quick goodbye to the bus driver. He walks to the attendant, preparing to be on his best behavior [If that is even possible.], approaching the ticket window, a very friendly employee greets him.
“How can I help you?” A woman with a pleasant smile asks.
“One-way ticket to Long Beach please,” Freddie politely answers while checking out the area. Not paying any attention, he fails to notice that the woman is monitoring him rather closely. However, it is not because Freddie is looking suspicious, or anything of that nature, it just so happens he resembles her son.
“My you look just like my son Mike,” she says, putting it in plain words.
“I feel sorry for the poor fool.”