he stood over six feet tall. expressionless face, dirty clothes, puckered hands and feet, hand-made sandals with a single strand of leather going across the toe, and tied to the base, white sweater with stains looking extremely clean, dirty trouser with few holes; he had a pack of cheese in his hand. his face was silent; he had long brown hair tied behind his head. He looked like a construction worker.

how different, how majestic; he's probably not worrying about his pending work, he's not bothered about what a jerk his supervisor is. he doesn't want to stand tall; he does indeed stand very tall

"thats 8.28", said the lady at the counter.
from a distace i saw him hand a ten dollar bill.
i imagined hearing, "i have change"
i saw him fumble through his purse trying to get the exact change
"i ain't got no time for this. Here's your change" jesus wasn't disappointed, he took the change, put it in his purse and walked away.
stupid fucking bitch, burn in hell for the rest of your life, is all i feel about her

my thoughts drifted to the piece of code at home, wating to be debugged
i came out of the shop. i saw jesus drive away in his old car.

the world isn't too good to him.
no wonder, he has to witness people suffer in turn............