unfinished... but i have lost the will to elaborate further.
he stumbles in unsure of himself holding a white piece of paper, being careful not to crumple it. He is overweight and short. His head is capped with a baseball style hat adorned with silver flames. His shirt is dirty and hugs his belly tightly while hanging loose in the sleeves and at the back. His pants are faded black, almost brown and on his right knee he has on what I mistake for a knee brace. This leads me to fabricate an elaborate backstory of a young man gifted in sports, handsome and strong. Giving his all until his body gives out... crushing his dreams. I then realize that it is in fact not a brace, it's a knee pad. He needs it so that when he kneels down to scrape the graffiti from the bottom of the window, his pants and knee are protected. His boyhood heroics are washed away.
He struggles with the scarred window for an hour or so, coming in every so often to try and justify his inability to preform his job. I'm ok with it. I don't mind that he can't get the paint off, I have no investment in this place. He tells me that if he can get it off, the store owner next to us is going to hire him to clean his window as well. He really wants this to happen because he will be cleaning that window for 25 dollars "under the table".
He struggles with the scarred window for an hour or so, coming in every so often to try and justify his inability to preform his job. I'm ok with it. I don't mind that he can't get the paint off, I have no investment in this place. He tells me that if he can get it off, the store owner next to us is going to hire him to clean his window as well. He really wants this to happen because he will be cleaning that window for 25 dollars "under the table".