His dusty and ragged clothes consisted of cargo shorts with the branding torn off and a polo shirt as blue as the clear sky. Faint laugh lines around his chapped mouth acted as scars of his lifestyle. His ears sagged and his haphazardly cut hair was a dull black.
He gripped his golf club with his soft yet worn hands. Pulling the club up and over his shoulder with his tanned arms, patchily coated in long, dark hairs. After a quick shuffle to align his seemingly fragile, yet visibly study, legs with the target. And with a rapid swing of his arms, the golf ball was propelled towards a near pristine red car, easily smashing through a window and slamming into the roof from the inside, setting off the car alarm. He laughed hysterically before whacking another ball at the car and disabling …show more content…
He clambered into the driver’s seat, adjusted his thin, wire-frame glasses and set off, out of the parking lot and down the street.
The asphalt had cracks where it met the pavement sidewalk, the building walls were sandblasted from years of sandstorms without maintenance, making every block seem the same. For this reason, he struggled to navigate to his arbitrary destination: something to do.
But then something caught his eye: a specialty hardware and military surplus shop, hiding behind high mesh fencing with barbed wire wrapped around the top. This peaked his interest, so he circled the perimeter to find the entrance, before coming to a chained and padlocked