The unshaven homeless man unscrewed the top off his bottle of whisky which was nearly empty and drank greedily. He pushed his thick brown hair to the side, giving the passing woman a glare making her walk faster away from him. He took another gulp and returned the bottle to the pocket of his torn leather coat which he had on.
To the people around who saw Bob Russel he was a bum, a piece of trash in society, but what they didn't know was Bob was a normal person just like them. Just six short months ago he was a successful journalist for the Sunday Times with a high paying salary, a large h…
