Wino.

Wino One cold winter night, I was walking home from the corner store when I noticed an old wino walking toward me. He had the smell of urine all over him and was dressed in an old camouflage jacket that had US Army written on the chest pocket. There were two more of them coming up fast, as if I was their last chance for a meal. I remember the building that I was next …

…someone had turned on a faucet. My body was producing so much adrenaline that the pain didn't matter, all I wanted was to get to my Dad. It seemed that the winos were getting closer, and safety was getting further away. Darkness started covering everything as I heard my Dad shouting my name, "Daryle! Daryle!" Shaking me violently, "it's time to get up for school". As I woke, I remember saying, "man what a dream".