story

As the old man approached my friends and me he started speaking gibberish and flashing a flashlight in our eyes. So, we hurried up and got on our bikes and rode off. I wonder if anybody else noticed that the old man wasn't wearing any shoes. Then again maybe the stories are true. The old man is so poor he couldn't afford a house so he killed the people and took their house, money, and their dog.

Of course I knew this wasn't true, well at least about him being some physico serial killer. He was just a lonely misunderstood man with no one to hold him. I realized that all he wanted was a hug from us, but he obviously couldn't speak English, and he smelled horrible. So i made a Chicano U turn and went to give him a hug and i started visiting him everyday and we became great friends.