It was one of those days,  where my cravings were going nuts, and so I went on the prowl looking to feed my addicition. On the way past a garage I noticed there had been possible signs of life, and this means they might have supplies. When I entered the garage I could hear the angelic music as there stood before me in all its glory, a vending machine. I went to work on it, with my screwdriver and crowbar. I nearly frightened the wits out of Gil who had been standing outside, and drew attention to every skinnie half amile around, but I also drew the attention to a big big guy. He came at me with the angriest face I have ever seen,  hand on his hammer, demanding to know what I had taken, as he stepped closer to me he growled and towered above me.  Just when I thought I was going to die, his manner changed and suddenly he laughed,  he like me was simply scavaging.

Chuck was a big big man with a big bushy beard,  scary looking, but he wasnt as he looked, granted he had a past , a damm scary past at that, but he showed me the days of chivalry was not dead, he offered to walk me home. I in return gave him food and herbal tea. A new friend and Ally. When I told Michael and Jim and Serena,  they almost passed out when I reitterated Chucks past, and the fact I was alone with him, but as I said he wasn’t as he seemed.  I realized then, how wrong it is to judge someone by their looks alone. That in itself can be your downfall, underestmating someone by how they look…

Peace out

Sugar and mini me