Homeless guy tastes the good life

Brett Wallace was off putting, that was a certainty. But he did not deserve to be treated like a stray cat. Back in freshman year Brett had gotten expelled, and with no prospects his life went down the drain. His only two comforts were booze and weed. Once again he was booted off a perfectly public bus stop. The damn neighbors didn’t own the street or the sidewalk, right. As he dusted himself off from yet another drunken fall. He saw a glinting stone in the grass by {first_names} ‘s house. Brett bent over a little too far to grab the shiny jewel and instead plunked his head right against it. In a flash he was floating above his body. “Aw shit, man. Am I tripping again.” John came running out the house to check on Brett. While they were never friends John had known of Brett. Brett has even tried to sell John some weed. “Come on Brett don’t OD on my mom’s roses” commented John.

“Well I think it’s about time I shake up goody two shoes life. I mean I’ve never felt better, and without my body I can do what I want.” Brett made his way inside the family home.