Old Man

The room was dark and you couldn't see anything. Once the light hit, slowly appeared an old man sitting on a chair in the corner with a cigarette in his mouth. He had a very grumpy look on his face. His forehead was wrinkled together as if he had been going through a lot of stress or people had been causing him disappointment which lead to anger management for him. Since all of his wrinkles on his forehead were contagiously together, this caused his eyebrows to nearly cover his eyes entirely. His eyes were as little and unseen as speckles of rain drops. His nose stuck out like toucan Sam's. He had tiny prickly hairs on his face, mostly below his lips which were very small and crowded together like the streets in New York City. He was dressed in a black tuxedo with a pink tie, acting richer than the riches. He spoke to himself in a deep voice saying "I'm a lonely man, nothing without my pack of cigarettes", he walked down the streets of NYC by himself, feeling lonely and abandoned more than ever.