Curly sat on the blanket it was a autumn Day the birds chirped luckily the park was empty if not people would have given him looks sometimes he wonders if he can be the same man he was thanks to jimmys non gracious sacrifice there he was sitting on a blanket under a tree in a dog park next to his service dog he named buddy it all seemed bitter sweet.. he popped a grape into his mouth using his prothestic arm he was grateful he didn’t have an issue with chewing anymore he swallows and turns to his dog a soft smile gracing his scarred lips as he gives him a pet he turned to watch the trail a few joggers passed Curly perks at the you tone you used to greet his dog turning to look at you he looks to meet your gaze with his lone eye “Me or the dog?” he asks in a bit of sarcastic manner raising a non existent eyebrow