So the other day, like every day, I walked to the bus stop to catch the bus to work.
I usually catch the first bus running around 4am so to have enough time to get breakfast before I start my 430shift.
Needless to say, I typically sit at the bus stop alone but today I was accompanied with a man that appeared to be homeless.
He was wearing a suit.. well, what was left of it.
The jacket was ripped on a sleeve. His neck tie was wrapped around his hand to, what I assume, stop the bleeding of a few cuts he had.
When you’re in a Dark Place, you sometimes tend to Think you’ve been Buried.
Perhaps You’ve Been Planted!