He looked in the rear view mirror and saw how skinny the kid was.

 

He looked liked one of those half-dead jews in the German camps at the end of the war with his big eyes that always made him look sad about something.

                   
 
                   

He had told him a million times to get a little life in him instead of walking around like someone just died.

 I was floating and then I'm going over like heat and shadow