This man that no one would know or know of. The man who did not talk too much, he had little or no friends. He/she did not like him at all. He had done his share of mistakes in his short life and his name was probably Wincente Malloner. Mr. Malloner as people would prefer to call him when he was not present.
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He lived far from reality in his mind. His mind was not a reality. The reality he did know of was far from what we would know of as reality. The man had it difficult whenever and wherever and practically forever. She/he did not like him for what he had done and for his looks. He had done nothing wrong to others but truly just to himself he thinks in his mind. He was a drinker, a drunk who could not stop drinking. He drank all day, all night and all kinds of spirits. Drinking was no problem in his mind, but by others only. Only by others was his drinking a problem. Drinking was hurtful but not to him, cause he did not care or he did not want to care. In his mind he had done nothing wrong. He/she was angry of the man. Angry as in very angry. They where angry at the man cause he was drinking to much. Drinking hurts people, but he did not know that.
`People find that strange man`; `I am not a man he said`. `Then what are you`? `I am a drunk not a man he said`. `Well you are still a man right, am I right`! `Well you donít see the things like I do` he said with a very strongly voice.
The made up conversation taken place only in his own mind by himself alone in his empty apartment downtown was finally over.
The man was never to be seen after this. He disappeared out far in the dark night of a big city, a big city of the world.
Written by Andrew Rasmussen