Some sort of connection

The Captive

So this is what it has come to.  Smoking crack in a dumpster.  I guess it could be worse.  I could still be chained by the ankles in that dungeon.  

Don’t ask, don’t get.

Standing outside the betting shop on a cold day, a cup of coffee steaming in a styrofoam cup in one hand and a hand rolled cigarette in the other, Glen is invisible to the people passing by on the busy main street.  He would normally use this as an opportunity for people watching, but on this particular day he has just about had his fill of people.