The man with suit and a bottle of liquor

there's a man who like to wander around the platform of the estate i'm living. during the time that i'm jobless i'll go out and have dinner with friends, and i'll saw him sitting on the bench drinking beer, wine or whatever alcoholic drinks. he is always dressing like a businessman, wearing his suit, blue shirt, warm color tie, orange/brown coat and black leather shoes. he also carries his business case, and a plastic bag with several newspapers. strange combination, but hey, there're lots of strange people in hong kong.

at first i think "oh, he's enjoying a drink or two by himself after a long working day." i understand how a job can turn someone from a passionate person into a loner. during my long job hunting time i kept seeing him... every evening, with the same kind of clothings, same case and same plastic bag sitting on the same bench, just the bottle of wine is different. then i just found out that he's just enjoying his alcohol without the part "off work"

is job and career really so important that even a man is jobless he still has to keep dressing like a businessman in order to keep himself comfortable????? all i can see is how the thought "career is important" has ruined a man... besides looking like a man in the work force he seems don't have much else to do... he also has to appear among the crowd during the off working hours... in order to make himself believe that he's not just pretending, he's actually one of the crowd, he has to numb his mind by abuse use of alcohol... how sad!!

today's sunday and i went out lucnh with my parents. we met him again with the same clothing, wandering outside a little store that sell alcohol... mom told me that he's been here a while already, when he's drunk he just sit there and sleep, with the bottle on his hand. mom said his clothes is getting a bit dirty now...

that means his clothes was clean and tidy before? maybe so, maybe he just lost his job for a year or several months only... maybe he enjoys it... i'm not sure... but i didn't dare to look into his eyes for too long, not because that i'm afriad he's a psycho he will run after me, i'm sooooooo afraid to see the sadness and loneliness inside...

well... maybe he's happy doing that, maybe i've just been imagining too much... every time i see him, i really want to get him several clean white shirts and better looking ties and a nice bottle of wine...