My short story: The Beggar of Kingston( 2nd Part) That day at six thirty Mr. Michael left his work and came back home, that was his last day at work because next day was Sunday. When he was on his way home he was thinking of his family because he thought they were going to make him a party or a surprise but nobody told him Happy Birthday, neither his wife nor his children. It made him feel worse than he had been at work. Then his wife looked at him and told him “you look like depressed or sad” but Mr. Michael did not tell her anything, he just said I am tired and I want to go to bed. When he was lying on his bed he just cried and cried for a long because he could not believe how his family was not going to remember his birthday in a whole day. Next day he woke up earlier than other days because he wanted to be alone and breathing fresh air, he did not tell anybody anything and just left. He spent his entire day close to a lake that was five Kilometers from his house. His wife called him like twenty times but he did not answer the cell phone, everybody in his town was seeking for him but nobody could find him. When it was getting darker and darker Mr. Michael stayed under a pine tree just waiting for nothing because he had no idea what he was going to do, if he was going to come back home or not. Suddenly, an old friend of Mr. Michael’s he had had in High school arrived with some friends where he was. Then, Adamson Obama, Mr. Michael’s old friend asked him, “is everything cool?” Mr. Michael told him what had happened to him. Mr. Adamson surprised but he just said “I am sorry my friend and I hope it goes away from your head as soon as possible.” Mr. Michael looked at his friend and he realized there was something weird or different on him, he realized his friend was smoking like a cigarette and he looked thinner and paler than ever. Mr. Michael did not ask him anything about it, but his friend asked him if he had ever tried marijuana and if he wanted to try a little bit of it. Mr. Michael asked his friend, “What is it for?” I have never tried that in my whole life, so his friend explained what marijuana did into him and how it felt.