Personality & Traits Exercise

There was this man I saw today.
Or can I even say man? He was more like a boy still with his wangster pants clingy to his unattractive bouncy butt. Can you guess he was black? Yep, curly haired, dark brown eyes, mustache and goatee, the whole get up.
First I kinda thought he was scarey. Then as I looked closer I could see the gray hairs of a pampered dog on his hoodie which was draped over his skinny linky-body.
He stood right in front of me at the supermarket, toying with his phone in one hand and a loaf of bread danging from the other. I bet his mother sent him out. I glanced at his nose ring. He looked like a lost cow. How could he ever be a professional in life with a face like that? He had small draggy feet. Scooting aimlessly as the line crept forward. It appears he was on Facebook, or texting all the ladies to find some lonely slut. Either way his persona screamed forever alone.


After

There was this man I saw today.
Or can I even say man? More like a boy still with his baggie pants clingy to his buttocks like drugged sloth. Can you guess his complexion? Yes, dark, bushy mopped, eyes like burnt marshmallows, facial fair like a character on a rerun of Saturday Night Live, the whole get up.
First I kinda he gave the impression of a creeper looking for him next robbery. Then as I looked closer I could see the light wiry hairs of a pampered dog on his hoodie which draped over his synchrony tall-body.
He stood right in front of me at the supermarket, toying with his phone in one hand and a loaf of bread danging from the other. I bet his mother sent him out. I glanced at his face. He looked like a lost cow. How could he ever be a professional in life with a piercing like that? He had little sluggish feet. Scooting aimlessly as the line crept forward. On Facebook it appeared, or texting all the ladies to find some bored tramp. Either way his persona screamed "I'm probably going to die alone.".