Meet Sam After 10 Year - Raw Scott Monk

I was just walking down the street in Sydney’s CBD just to get my coffee. As I entered the café the smell of roasting coffee beans made its way into my nose. People were sitting down at the tables and chairs, and customers chatting with each other over a coffee based beverage. I went to the counter to order my coffee and ordered what I get everyday ;a large cup of black coffee. As I walked across the shop to the sugar counter, I heard a familiar voice behind me, as I turned around it was Sam from my Boys Home 10 years ago talking on his phone.
I looked at him very closely and examine on how much he has changed. His white hair is thin and combed over from one ear to the other, if the wind blew it would stand up tall, waving like he was surrendering. Dried sweat stains outlined each crease in his fat rolls, there's a pungent odor of feta cheese. The skin under his eyes has a yellowish tint, and the rest of his face has red spider veins. Large pores clogged with filth speckle his nose, and bushy black hairs curled up the corners of his nostrils, matching the wiry strands poking out his ears. As he closed his call, I shouted his name “Sam!”. He looked at me and had a depressing smile and shouted out Brett !
He immediately hook my hand with his wrinkly, cold and rough hands. He offered me a seat and said I looked great and immediately after asked me what was I doing now days. I answered by telling him, that after I got released, I headed back to TAFE and did a course in carpentry. When he heard that he was amazed and replied back saying “ That’s good,becuase the last time I saw you were got arrested”. I responded “Yea, anyway after my course I applied for a business degree in Uni, in accounting and I am currently working in the city right now”. Sam’s face expression was a mixture of happy and surprise. “Wow, Brett you really changed, I thought after you would be release you go back to your old ways”. I was a bit astounded that Same would actually think of me