A random day....

There he goes, walking down the strip. With his mysterious eyes, hidden behind those vintage shades that were indeed stolen. Not from behind the counter, but from a friends house. Only because it was mysterious how it got there to begin with. But this adds to the mystique of him. All of him. His brown fedora covers his mysterious vintage eyes. All that can be seen is a slight smirk on his mouth, and with the sparse black facial hair that reveals a bit of his emotional expression on his face.

His gray sweater zip up, snugs loosely on his torso, and his side bag dangles along his hip, over his shoulders. A slight slouch in his posture today, gives away a notion of not to be bothered. He walks slowly, but with a purpose today. Passers by recognize his existence with a simple nod, but nothing more. He is on his own, and it shows today.

He gets down to the corner where he needs to make a decision. should he go left or should he go right? First decision of the day, he should take the safe road. Or should he start off the day on the wild side, and take the road less traveled just to go against the grain. Way to start off the day as a rebel. taking the road less traveled, he realizes that his stomach speaks to him. Begging him to feed the hunger. He gives in, and turns the other way.

He makes way towards the food. His body was right. The mere thought of eating made his belly growl like a lion about to pounce on his prey. Although not as savage as one may think, he settles for a couple of fish tacos. Not too much, not too little, it was the porridge that Goldie Lox chose.

He eats a little different today. One would say patient. Calmly maybe? But really, he is savoring the meal, as if it were his last. Each bite were given an equal 30 chews each, like it was taught all that time ago when he was younger. Unlike any other day, the meal was thoroughly enjoyed today. As he swallowed his last bite, he neatly placed his dirty napkin on his plate and made his way outside, simultaneously throwing his bag over his shoulder.

Off into the world once again to make yet another decision. Where to go next? What to do next? Does he decide to continue on his journey? Or decide to settle in his little world which has not a mere sense of decisiveness. He wanders on, lost in his thoughts, but appetite satisfied.