The city was magnificent. It was a long time coming for him to return back to his old stomping ground. Looking seeing new men in new suits and seeing women in pretty dresses. He wondered if he would be as noticeable as these were. A man stopped in front of him. Looked at him and began to scratch his head.

"Who are you? I have seen you before have i not?"

The prophet smiled. It was a familiar line he had heard. 

"You have not my good man. I am afraid I am quite new to this area. In fact i was curious if you could actually point me to the closest coffee shop. I am in need of something to keep my eyes open."

The same finger he used to scratch his head was used to point the way to that old dreary coffee shop. The man continued to watch him as he walked through. A short time into the coffee shop a woman smiled and looked up at him.

"Well if it inst my good friend..."

"Ma'am, if i may, we do not know each other. In fact this is the first time i have been to a place like this before. You must have another good looking guy around here but i assure you i have never been here before."

She ceased speaking. It was as if her attempts had been thwarted and her heart had plummeted into the floor. She was so sure she knew this new face. She was so sure it was a friend from long ago.

"I truly have to go now. Say, would you happen to know where all the people are? I want to make some friends."

He strolled over to the middle of the street and watched as the cars ceased. They began to honk and drivers began to curse. He smiled as he watched all the attention he was getting. He loved it. It was one of those moments where he felt like the whole world waited on him. He pulled out a paper and began to read.

I am in need of two apples, toilet paper.

"Well, if that is not embarrassing. I grabbed my grocery list and started to read it to you all my wonderful audience. Now if you wouldn't mind please lend me your ear that i may win your hearts over with a lovely poem i have written for you all."

I am in need of you. My heart longs to be seen by you. My own ears fill empty without your voice. My mind ponders your touch all the day long and i cant forego another moment without you. If it is to be so that you would be mine once more then please know this, i will surely return to you.

As he was still yet speaking an officer approached him. Trying to push him aside so the traffic would continue he decided to crack some jokes. It was helpful for a guy with a badge to do that sort of a thing.

"Alright romeo lets move it to the sidewalk. No one wants to hear your love poems today."

Immediately he lashed out against the policeman. Throwing him to the ground he began to stomp on him violently. 

"I will not move on! I will not!"

Screams began to come from all over. The whistles from the police running towards the situation began to draw near. He stared wide eyed at the police officer choking on his blood in front of him. Looking back the police running towards the insane man he could only do one thing. 

"Stay back! I have a gun and i am not afraid to use it! Stay back i tell ya!"

Weapons were drawn. People in their cars immediately began to duck down while others got out and ran for cover. Still an audience lurked from the windows of the apartments gazing at the insane man.

"Listen bud dont get all crazy with us we only want to help you."

He turned towards the man that said that. It his eyes cold. His head weaving from side to side. He shouted at the man and then began to shout at everyone. 

"I am not crazy! IM NOT CRAZY!"

His eyes glared up at the apartments and he started yelling obscenities at the people above him. Finally before he knew it one of the officers raised his gun warning him that it was his last chance to make a different choice. 

"This is mine. This is my life not yours! I take it not you. Not you. Not you. Not you. Only me. You hear me? I take it."

He ran towards the bridge and proceeded to climb on top of the rail. He was sure to jump off when the officer who he had nearly beaten to a pulp pulled out his snub nose and fired three perfectly placed shots. His body fell slowly a few hundred feet into the Mississippi river.