I saw him walking up to me. Ragged jeans with holes in the knees. A flannel shirt hanging loosely on his skinny frame. The look of a thousand years in his eyes. He looked so old today. It was Ferret.
I had just driven to the shopping center to get a gallon of milk from money Mom had given me. I was walking back out when Ferret caught me.
"Have you got five bucks?" he asked upon shaking my hand.
"Sorry man. I just spent it," I replied.
He looked so tired like he needed to rest. He was breathing heavily and labored. He was gone as soon as he arrived on a quest for money. Was it for beer? Was it for mouthwash? Who knows! I wish there was something I could do for my friend. To release him from the miasma that is his life. I could only hope. I realized I was looking at my Doppelganger from a few years ago -- the walking dead. It is good to be back in the land of the living!