Sketchbook Story Time.

Feets

Today I stayed inside most of the time looking at the computer.
I didn’t talk to anyone.

Until.

I went to have a cigarette that I borrowed from someone else.
Borrowed.
A guy with dirt on his clothes came up to me.

He looked like he used to be a Harvard professor but then decided to not do that anymore and live without anything instead.

He asked, “Can I have one of your cigarettes?”
“I just have this one.”
“I can tell by looking at your feet that you are uncomfortable where you are.”