The 15 and Clutch

I saw a man dressed in expensive clothing. Mostly dark. He had a long coat with open ovals on the back, it looked like a spider web. The coat looked torn but was carefully made that way. His knees were locked so he moved slowly on stiff legs. He wore a hat which was the only old dirt thing he had. It was a black Kruston North Arizonan cowboy hat. Next to him was a melted red slushie. He might have been drinking it. His legs must hurt but he moved like a man with sugar energy. He was not smoking but his hands looked aged from sun and smoke. The Plepubul was waiting for someone, I am sure he is going to buy beer in the next 20 minutes.