"Hi Harry", I said as Harry Williams walked by. I was sitting on my front step doing nothing.
I noticed Harry's pace slow as he rubbed his chin and he turned around. I knew he'd come and talk to me. Harry was around the neighbourhood but I didn't really know him. He was rumoured to have an awful problem with cocaine.
"Sam, You gotta minute?"
"What's up Harry?"
He explained that he had tried for years to rid himself of various addictions and other problems. He said that he had an instinct that I could tell him something that might give him a little extra energy in this battle. He presented a dream of a future Harry that was clean and lived a good life with routine and a healthy diet - and no drugs or prostitutes.
"You're fighting demons", I said.
"No kidding", Harry responded with a sardonic grin and tone.
"Kill the demons", I said.
"What are they", Harry asked.
The image you have that is a clean and sober nice guy that only fucks for love, these are the demons. The man standing in front of me is a holy man".
"Hah", Harry said. "And I thought I was fucked up".
Harry laughed as he turned his back to me and walked toward the gate. As he slowly closed it he was back to where he had been, deep in thought. He looked up at me with a large grin. He slowly closed the gate and I could hear the latch click as Harry held it for a second, waved and resumed his journey.
