this morning #220.

this morning, every single bench in the park was fully occupied, so he kept on walking past all of it. sitting wasn’t important at the moment. it was just an easier way to pass the time. instead, he turned around & made his way downtown, where there was always something to get into. downtown was the place he could go when he was alone & life was making him lonely. that was definitely his current state of mind. big jim had dropped off the face of the earth near year’s end. not a trace. ever since, he’d had nobody to wander the streets with. nobody to watch his things while he slept. nobody to watch his back when things turned violent. big jim’s disappearance left a big jim-sized hole.