Barbed Wire

There is a man who lives on the empty lot across the street from me.

He wears a red sweatshirt and jeans stained with mud. He is tall, with an overgrown beard. He looks older, but he could be 30.

Whenever I see him, he is yelling. He moves his body erratically. It looks like he has Tourette’s Syndrome, but I don’t know. I don’t know anything about this man, other than he lives on an empty dirt lot and his life looks incredibly difficult. Lonely. Cold.