The day I met Scott Cloverflied will always be a memorable one, the blustery winds that sent me backwards as I struggled to make it down that county road moved at seemingly 50 miles per hours. Move trees move side to side and even bend over touching their blooming limbs to the ground; the wind happened to be so gusty it appeared as though the limbs struggled and stretched to grab the leaves flying away. In the distance, a tornado began and twirler around gaining rocks and dabree as it blew past my face. As my eyes began to glaze over watching this miracle occur, I saw glancing behind me a man slowly but surely making his way up to the other side of the road. This eternity of a walk I had been making, which seemed to be by myself began to be shot to crap. How did this man sneak up behind; I thought to myself and what exactly was he doing here? So I stopped where I was at and began to sit and stare at him, this man could not be contained in a pair of jeans size 34 or even a pair of 38 waistline, his shirt reminded me of something a fat Hawaiian would wear, and their belly still hangs his His walk reminded me of a someone who once got into a scuffle with a bear but in the end came out victorious, he limped to and fro almost like his right leg was longer than the left. As he walked down the county road, he covered his face with what resembled a handkerchief, but I couldn't make exactly what it was out to a T. On top of his head laid the same-old dirty cap, ruined with grease and dirt from brim to the back, I figured it to be his most prized possession, one of those hats you put on for the first time and never go back on. With the tornado slowly gaining ground and approaching us my eyes began to squint, and he turned toward me almost as though he knew I had been watching him. I began to look like a lion stalking his prey. A thought came into my head does this guy need help or should I just continue my path and act like nothing happened. Karma began to overwhelm me and kicked me in the rear; I made a 90-degree angle and headed straight toward this foreign man. Inching closer and closer I could make finally make out the following man who was hidden by his ball cap. The object in his right hand resembled a Beenie from 10 years ago, I began to discover he used it to stop the dust, sand and leaves which we both had been munching on for hours. His fingers covered with rings probably back from high school, and as I approached him, So i went for it and sprang out a question, "sir do you need any help, or you want me to leave you alone," and this is when it all began. He paused and looked at me staring off into space puzzled and did not say a word. I could not get a word in edgewise with this guy, but he said his name was Scott and went on to explain the everyday process he went through, cruising down this road; he enjoyed the walk, and it gave him a time to be alone, to do something that he couldn't do walking in the city. He found peace inside of him and knew that he would never find it anywhere else. I nodded and said, "yea yea man I know what you mean that's why I'm doing the same," then it all stopped he shut his mouth, and I tried to ask him a few questions, and he starred back at me. Reach up and took his cap off and the shiny bald head shone in the sun. His scruffy beard was covered in a thick coat of dust, and his moustache covered up his lip like the monopoly man. His top rows of teeth were no where to be found, and you could tell a sense of happiness inside of him.
