A man drisd in a black clock waring sort of dark green pants and a brown shert walk in to a tavrin. some people looking over at him wald say he was about 6 feet high and socked in water from the rane. but no one rilly pade much atanch in to this fallow. so he walk over to a chare and sate down resting his feet on the tabal as tho he ownd the place. the bar tander seeing a new custimer yalld at the man over the crownd of people talking arownd so tablas. the man in balck put his feet down lookd at the guy and looked at the flore as tho you cold see on his face he was trying to fite somthing off. but then he gust got up and walkd over to the bare ceep and told the man "i will leave my fate up to you." sat down at the bare "give me what you wont, i am tring to gite over somthing" so the bar tander pold somthing out and sat it rite in front of him. the black man gust looked up and told him for the last time "good luck", so he downd the glace. looked at the bare ceep with blod shot eyes after having the beer and wint on out side after paying him. and from there you wold have to aske some one els about him and what he dos... or i shold say did not much is known about that man. but i hear he cares a havey berding.
told buy: gibes the avrig drunk as i wold call him
(sub not: still not much is known about him, gato ceep looking)
 lonkerd · Mon Apr 04, 2005 @ 11:44pm · 0 Comments |
