James Harper was lying there on the ground.
He was staring intently at the people around him.
Hate was bubbling up inside him.
Bang.
Soon, the door was shut.
James Harper was lying on the ground, resembling a dead dog, utterly disgraced.
In a short while, James Harper got up from the ground.
He didn't knock on the door again, he didn't curse, instead, he went to the building below.
He stood on the lawn and lit a cigarette.
About two hours later, he finally turned to leave.
At this point, James Harper had nowhere left to go.
He was wandering the streets.
Many thoughts crossed his mind.
Just then, an Audi pulled over beside him.
The car window rolled down, revealing a face that startled James Harper.
It was his ex-wife, Bernice.
Once, he found Bernice too old, too ugly; she wasn't good enough for him.
Looking back now, James Harper wishes he could slap his foolish self to death.
