Brad sucks, he can't drive too good. His life is a sham. He can't pilot too good. He walks with a limp with a gimp on a leash. He sits when he talks and sips wine by himself. He has no lover.

The gloves he wears have no tips like yu GI oh. He rips on his bong til he feels lonely and scared. He sits in the woods all alone, he is weird.

One day he walked past a shifty lot of toilets. The toilets have holes drilled between stalls, and disgusting graffiti on its walls.

He knows not to go in, but he hangs round them regardless. Ask me why he does, I really don't know. Shit, would anyone?

Last I heard he fell off a cliff in the woods where he hangs. He is that guy that's by himself no job, no food, no clothes and no mind.

Don't know if that cliff fell rumour was a lie or truth but there tends to be a lot of rumours about the guy, none of which are nice.

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He wanders in circles, talking to himself. He claims he hates wealth but begs for change on the corner. Or at least he used to, I don't know if he does anymore. Is he alive?

Last I heard he fell from the roof of the McDonald's drive thru but I don't know if it's true. Maybe?

Last I heard he's been chilling with ghosts talking in strange circles and breaking noses who talk.

He doesn't know what's good, he doesn't know up. Last I heard he broke into a squad car and took it for a ride. He loves his woods, it's where he hides.

There's a damn lot of mystery to this guy, but I knew him in school. Well, mostly in halls really, but you get the point.

He wasn't much of a regular guy, but regular nonetheless. Wasn't much of an oddball either, but he stood out.

He was a midnight toker of the left handed cigarette, ate a sheet of acid and broke his mind like a mirror. He saw himself deep and couldn't come back.

Now I see him walking out of the woods wearing a burlap sack with his hair plucked out by hand. He walks with a limp. I don't know how he got the limp but word on the street is he fist fought the wrong guy.

He lost I guess. In more ways than one. Last I saw, he was dead in the woods. I didn't know what to say. I just saw him there and didn't know what to say. Truth be told, I didn't want a part in it. I didn't want to know. So I just walked on home, left him there where he lay. Lots of pain in this world, my worst fear I found today. To get left there to rot, without a stranger wanting to help. Like I'm not worth it. Like poor old Brad.

Poor Brad.