Some days just ain't so easy

Brad ran a hand through his long black hair, looking at the store fronts trying to decide which one to go in. A restaurant on the corner caught his eye so he walked to that one, feeling he should probably get something to eat after he checked his glucose level. He was here to meet friends but they'd given him the wrong directions and he had no idea where they wanted to meet him. This city had changed since he lived here as a child.

He'd left his wife at home in Los Angeles since he had the feeling that she shouldn't come with him on this trip. He felt he'd been right to trust his instincts this time. So far things weren't going as planned.

He walked past a handicapped parking space with a smile. The familiar blue and white reminded him that 'handicapped' was just a state of mind. He felt as capable and normal as everyone else.

He went into the restaurant and got a table for one. The backpack with all the things he didn't feel safe leaving in the hotel went on the floor next to his feet. His glucose levels were good, and he wasn't extremely hungry so he decided to order appetizers and drink some water while he decided where to go fom here.

Brad paid in cash and left a good tip since he knew it was probably frustrating for the waiter to expect he wanted dinner only to be wrong when he didn't order anything else.

He picked up his backpack and left towards the hotel. It wasn't a fancy place, fancy really wasn't his thing, but it was clean and the bed was soft. For now, the hotel was home.