As he walked out of the door, he couldn’t help but look at himself in the mirror. He had on a white top and new black pants. His hair was jelled and you could smell his cologne from a mile away. On his feet he wore new shoes which he spent his whole paycheck on. He closed the door behind him and walked out to his car. The once white, but now dark colored, car was parked on the other side of the street. He opened the front door for me and gently closed it after I got in. The car was full of papers, lunch bags and empty boxes of Marlboro ....