Bill and A TOWER

So, his name is Bill. Bill forgot to pay the bills. So, Bill went to downtown to pay the bills. A step, two, three and then a sudden shadow appearing, cutting of the light which he gratefully used it to read the pinky, micro-font writings on his check, his oxford glasses hanging on his ears. Sat down after playing the "worm" between the crowded square to a cafe, plus, never mind the bills that Bill had to pay, still has to play the expensive game. A slow relief off his nose, so loud and speedy that the bill almost fades off the table. The waiter comes by: "Any orders sir?". You know how it is or how every man brought to this world does the pocket move. So does Bill. He slowly did. Straight forty five, no other than that. Opens the menu, a soda worth 5. He orders it. Then drinks, feels the sparks in his throat mopping a joy, leaving a fear loaded with a sore throat. Stands up, again shows his athletic abilities in the crowd with a face similar to MJ's smile next to Craig Sager. 5, don't worry he knows how to live with it.