Bliss In Concrete: Part II

Harold was sitting on Kagney's leather couch with a glass of liquor in one hand and her breast in the other. Kagney slipped off her's and Harold's clothes and threw them onto the floor. Harold put down his drink on the coffee table without a coaster. What happened next would haunt Harold for years to come. If only he had denied Kagney's proposal. Then he would have never gone to her apartment. He would have never committed adultery. He would have never betrayed his wife, or his future children. He would still have a home, and a life worth living.

Harold now spends his days perched at the end of an off-ramp of a small highway in a small city. Occasionally a kind soul will hand him a few dollars or change. Whatever they can spare is good enough for Harold. He doesn't use the money anyways. The reason he stands on that slab of concrete all day is to observe people. Their reactions are, for the most part, scornful glances, or total dismission. There are also times where he is attacked by people throwing change, either to be funny, or to make Harold feel worthless. Every night after his daily encounters with the humans, Harold goes back to his cozy room in the top corner of the overpass and writes about what he experienced that day. Harold has notebook upon notebook of each daily happening for the past 35 years. His dream is to one day collect all of his writings and present them to a prestigious publishing company. They will offer him a book deal, and he will be able to support himself again, and be worthy enough of facing his children. This day will never come. 2 years later Harold was walking down Main St. late at night after a good day of observing. Harold started to have a heart attack, and he fell into oncoming traffic. His notebooks were found by a group of bikers waiting out a storm under Harold's overpass. They took the notebooks and threw them into a lake near the bridge. Harold was forgotten by that city. His ex-wife. Kagney. His children. Even the driver of the vehicle that he was crushed by. Forgotten.