His hand was wrinkled and the nails were dirty; they smelled like slob. His palms had no answers; knuckles were soft absent of any fight.
"Your future is desperate and unplanned," the palm reader mouthed. Her voice had an odd accent, and her eyes were lined dark, she wore a purple veil that was open.She was old and reminded everyone of lost time.
"You need to change, but you already know that. I can't help the lazy only those with energy can be helped."
He smiled his teeth discolored, separated and aging. His breath was without care.
"You need to plan," she said.
He placed a wrinkled 20 dollar bill on the table and walked away from the palm reader empty and alone.