Creative Writing: The Homeless Man

The next morning, as Mr. Johnson woke up, he knew it was a perfect day, to ruin. It was a dark, cloudy day with a slight drizzle and a bad mood in the air. The bad mood of course was Mr. Johnson. For breakfast he had soggy oatmeal, without brown sugar. He slowly put his clothes on for the day and walked out the apartment door. Halfway down the street as he is walking to the old bus stop he notices young Edward, the paper boy hurriedly riding his bike down the sidewalk trying not to be late. Without even thinking about it, Mr. Johnson kicks the front wheel, forcing the boy to crash on the ground. Mr. Johnson walks over to the boy, takes a newspaper from his hand, and leaves without even looking back. He gets to the bus stop and is happy to see that no one else his their. The bus arrives five minutes later and
Johnson said. “What now?” “Now? I’ll have to take that coffee away unless you can pay for it.” The waiter said slightly grinning. Angrily Mr. Johnson grabs the coffee and throws the hot, creamy liquid over the young waiter. Before heading out the door he said, “I’ll be sure to call your manager and get you fired!” Outside the coffee shop, the homeless man from before still begging for cash half walks, half wobbles up to Mr. Johnson. “Eh sir can you spare some money for a hungry man?” Mr. Johnson looked into his wallet and saw $2.50, lying he said, “Not today I don't have any money.” “You look like a wealthy man. Anything at all would be appreciated,”said the hungry man. “Why don't you go get a job and make your own money for a change,” replied Mr. Johnson. After that statement the homeless man, in disgust, left to the other side of the street to ask some more people. Mr. Johnson noticed the sky a little bit darker and looked at his watch. The time read 7:10. “I better get home,” he thought to himself. Back at his apartment Mr. Johnson waits another 2 hours until Mrs. Johnson arrives. “How was your day?” asked Mr.