Johnny's Corner
I woke up to find my blanket and jacket were missing. The bitter cold steals my breath, as I look around through the garbage. Rubbing my hands together and blowing into them, I do a little cold jig to keep my blood flowing. At the end of the alley, I see an old, dirty man sleeping under a pile of newspapers. For some reason I decided to approach him to ask for some extra papers to keep warm. As I get closer, he rouses, very much alert. His beard was brown with dirt, and his hair was matted into long, nasty dreds. He sat up, staring at me from behind dark, blue eyes. (The only things not covered in filth). He gave me a half-grin with several missing teeth. After his coughing spell, he speaks... "Boy, I feel sorry for you. Here's five dollars; go get some coffee and get yourself cleaned up. You look like shit!" At that point, I knew I needed help. I used the five dollars to get a cab and head to the nearest psycho ward. At least it's warm in this room. And if I fall, I won't hurt myself. I really like the feel of this room... It's soft.