Well The man paused, rubbing just above the large splatter of white paint that was visible on his neck. I helped my cousin paint his new apartment about a week ago, but Ive not been near a can of paint since then. Been staying at Bobbies place for the last couple of days - he moved into the place with it already painted.
The man standing to his left was apparently a friend of his. Id made the assumption that the three of us were each waiting for the bus each individually. Bobbie as his name seemed to be wasnt someone Id have expected to be there with anybody. The first impression that he gave was of being mentally handicapped, supported by his odd choice of wardrobe. The shirt he was wearing was instead of being made for an around six-foot late fifties man made for a mid-teens closer to five foot girl. It did nothing to cover up the fact that his pants were in desperate need of a be