Story: The man next door has dreadlocks, and wears nothing from his waist up in the wee early hours of the morning.

I’ve come to know him as Jim.

His dreadlocks dance with exciting tales.

His late wife left an interesting and sad one in them.

Yet, when he says hello with his kind heart, you can see the mystery glistening in his eyes.

After knowing him only three weeks now,

I look forward to knowing more about him.

I know if I’m patient,

I will learn more depth of how his dreads are so long.

Some people judge a man of his character, but that’s some people, not me.