Personal Narrative-Bully's Death Of A Salesman

The fancy policeman on the beat moved up the avenue impressively. The impressiveness was habitual and not for show, for spectators were few. I checked my watch, it was just about to be ten o’clock, but chilly winds with a speck of rain made me shiver. There was a very thick fog surrounding me and the lights on the street were amazingly hard to see.

I am a very freindlt person, ive had many friends along the way, they come and go, but I am waiting on one of my friends to show up, if he ever does. This friends name was jim, but he likes to be called jimmy. We made this oppointment twenty years ago. Yes, I know I sound crazy but we feel like we would have more power twenty years from now.

I watched as the policeman closed doors as he went
About twenty minutes after the chat with the policeman, a man walks up to me.

“Bob is that you?” asks the man

“Is that you Jimmy?” I ask hopefully

“ oh my gosh, long time no see, old pal, follow me to a shop so we can sit down and chat!”

“lead the way.” said jimmy

“Ok, how has the world treated you?” asked Jimmy

“Bully, I have gotten everything I need!” I exclaim

“I could say so myself, life for me has been very easy.”

As we come up to a lit-up shop, I am struck with horror! That wasn’t Jimmy!

“I know, you have been under arrest for 17 minutes, we think you have the face of a criminal!” yells the policeman

“What did I do to deserve this! I just wanted pizza and I needed a dollar!” I cried

“Just get in the car, hurry up!” yelled the policeman again

“oh and by the way, Jimmy wanted me to give you this little note.”

“What?” I asked as i questioned myself

“here, now hurry up!” said the policeman
“Bob, I was there, I saw you light your cigar, and I was really surprised! I thought you were a man wanted in your hometown, but of course we are friends, I didn’t want to ruin the friendship. See you in twenty years, when you get out of