Kyle was dropped off at his destination and he gave the man a tip with a good review because in as much as he didn't like the old man's company.
Kyle was aware that a man his age shouldn't be working but the fact that he was out here hustling at this age only showed how much he needed the money.
This was the sad reality of life, you didn't know anyone's situation and Kyle wasn't going to let his mood affect someone's source of income.
The moment he stepped out of the car, the stench that invaded his nostrils reminded him of death, it was filthy.
Kyle couldn't believe this place hadn't been torn down but that would be impossible because even if it was crime infested, it was still a place where people lived.
"Home, sweet home," Kyle muttered to himself, the fact that he had to walk a fair distance before he could enter this city was proof of its high crime rate.
