We've all seen them, these are boys and girls, men and women that wander the streets oblivious as to how they look........like vampires they don't own mirrors........they dress in closets void of light. The baseball caps on sideways, seemingly too tight to fit down over their own pin heads. Pants that drag along the ground as they shuffle through the malls like zombies in search of a brain. The girls with the muffin top fat pouring over the too tight pants, rings of goo circle their chubby bodies, when counted like a tree, reveals their age. Faces void of expression, personalized by pieces of metal protruding from their "never to be employed" flesh. These are the day walkers.
Many of them seem to travel in groups, migrating to food courts in search of their next grease fix, they slop down gravy ladden fries, washing it down with a red bull, just to keep the energy level up while the sound of fat feet scrape across the floor. We've all seen them, we've been repulsed by them, and we've laughed at them. This is the world of the day walker, homes without mirrors and friends without taste.
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