Today’s Prompt: Go to a local café, park, or public place and write a piece inspired by something you see. Today’s twist: write an adverb-free post. The man walks down the street, his legs crossing and bending at strange angles like a scarecrow brought to life. His medium build wears an aged leather vest, black like his greasy hair. His weathered face matches the texture of his vest. The man scrunches his face and sticks out his tongue as he ambles down the street. A short while later, the man stumbles past my house. A tall can of PBR peeks out from the crook of his elbow as he crunches on chips that he pulls in fistfuls from a colorful bag. He walks on the grass, and the uneven ground tosses his body around, his rubbery legs faltering beneath his torso at times. He veers across the grass tot he sidewalk and back to the grass again. At one point he almost falls but momentum keeps him upright. He wanders out of my line of sight, munching his chips and cradling the PBR with his arm. Day 8 Reflection: It took me a long time to write this post. I am a homebody. But today was a beautiful day, and I got to sit on my front porch and observe the world passing me by. This was a fun post to write once I had my topic. I hope that I convey the man's drunkenness successfully. Let me know what you think.