Literature
A Typical Tuesday
I see a boy trying to be a man.
He is maybe six feet and three inches tall, weighing one hundred and ninety four pounds, with some baby fat here and there. His skin is pale, disregarding the ferocious red color of his cheeks, and it all over looks baby smooth. He's wearing a green thermal with dull yellow stripes; the entire ensemble looks olive colored. The thermal is a little snug on his arms and barely reaches his wrists. He's also wearing tannish brown corduroy pants, thin striped, that are too long and ripped along the bottom edges which sit near his dull green open-heeled Birkenstocks. He has short, fuzzy looking, dark-chocolate colore