"The bedraggled figure who had just turned the corner into the parking lot was covered in the shabbiest clothing imaginable. He was draped in dumpster-level garments, showing plenty of rips and stains, and I could easily imagine the noxious smell that would emanate if he had stood close by. His mottled greyish beard was caked with filth, and he wore a single muddy-looking shoe. The other foot was a dirty sock covered in mud. A more pitiable creature could not be envisioned. Both Hunter and I watched him with a mixture of pity and disgust. He was a horrid caricature of what used to be a man, utterly bereft of dignity or pride, having given up on both long ago. This was the very definition of a broken soul.
He stood there mumbling and ranting to himself as well as to the various invisible demons that seemingly tormented him. This was a walking shuffling human disaster; Yet, my eyes could not look away. For a creature such as him, hope was ancient history, if it ever had existed for him in the first place.
There could be no recovery from such as he was now. If he were a dog he would be considered mangy and mad, and immediately be put down as an act of mercy. Sadly, he was no dog, but formerly a man, and now a shambling creature of tragedy, so euthanasia was not an option; though he'd probably welcome it in his particularly pitiful condition."
He stood there mumbling and ranting to himself as well as to the various invisible demons that seemingly tormented him. This was a walking shuffling human disaster; Yet, my eyes could not look away. For a creature such as him, hope was ancient history, if it ever had existed for him in the first place.
There could be no recovery from such as he was now. If he were a dog he would be considered mangy and mad, and immediately be put down as an act of mercy. Sadly, he was no dog, but formerly a man, and now a shambling creature of tragedy, so euthanasia was not an option; though he'd probably welcome it in his particularly pitiful condition."
