The Journey of an Ou

As soon as you entered, you were greeted by rows of shelves arranged in six columns. Two of the shelves were relatively newer looking. Almost one-third of the shelf space was empty, and what was there consisted mainly of low-quality everyday items, cheap instant snacks, and some wilting fruits and vegetables. The truly valuable goods, such as cigarettes and fine liquor, were locked away behind a counter made of thick, sky-blue glass.,His portly belly strained against his soiled, floral-patterned shirt, while his face was covered in a tangle of white whiskers like tangled electrical wires. His sparse hair, barely enough to count on one hand, failed to conceal his shiny scalp. Coupled with his textbook-perfect beer gut, this short, stout old man's first impression wasn't exactly charming.,For a moment, Jack's father was touched by his own kindness. Wiping away a tear, he reached under the cupboard and pulled out half a bottle of whiskey. He took a big swig.。