Hero

Name: Jerome Wallace
Age: 24
Race/religion/gender: Afrian American/Catholic/Male
Parents: Shellee and Troy
Style of dress: Business Man
Hometown: Jefferson City, Missouri
Marital status/family: Married with 6-year boy
Most embarrassing moment: Scoring on the other teams basket with 10 seconds remaining to put them in the lead in a high school basketball game
Greatest fear: Not being able to support his family
Strongest desire: To be a millionaire
Job: Personal trainer/ In law school
Where he/she wants to be in 5 years: To be a lawyer
Guiltiest pleasure: Watching Spongebob everyday with his son
Identifying marks: Tattoo on left arm of a tribal design
Mannerisms/gestures: Walks slightly pigeon-toed and sticks his chest out. Moves his hands a lot when talking
What he/she was like in school: Smart athlete
Favorite sayings: "Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure."
Favorite quotes from songs: "You know that I'm a rebel. Throwing out the wicked like God did the devil."
Favorite movie quotes: "Being perfect is about being able to look your friends in the eye and know that you didn't let them down, because you told them the truth. And that truth is that you did everything that you could. There wasn't one more thing that you could've done. Can you live in that moment, as best you can, with clear eyes and love in your heart? If you can do that, gentleman, then you're perfect.
Most valuable possession: His son
How he/she feels about love: Loves his wife and son
Philosophy on life: Live in the present

Adaptation

The Waitress
Atmosphere

"Get out bum! I'm going to call the police!"

"Okay, okay miss, I'm going. Watch your tone when you speak to us old folk."

"Out!"

I just stared at him as I watched him leave the cafe and walk down the street to the alleyway where I'm sure he sleeps. That hobo makes me so mad, just coming in the cafe every other day with loose change and staying here for hours on end. All he does is stare at me and give me advice about my life. Yeah, like a hobo knows how to live a good life.

"You're scaring the customers T!" I heard my boss yell out of the kitchen.

"Sorry, sorry... I just wanted to get that dirty man out."

"If he's got money, he has got a right to be here you know."

"Yes I know but he has been here for 3 hours on one bowl of corn chips."

"Alright, alright, get back to work."

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"Excuse me miss, are you Tara James?"

I turned around to a two cops staring me in the face with a letter in their hand.

"Um, yes that would be me. Is there a problem?"

"Sorry to disrupt you at work but your father, Jeff James, has just died."

"My father? I haven't seen my father in years."

"He left this letter for you."

He handed me the letter, it looked like it was 10 years old with tears and coffee stains all over it. I thanked them as they left and sat down in one of the booths. How could he find me? I opened the letter and read:

Dear Tara,
First of all, I would like to say I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't a better father to you. You deserve better, you don't need to be serving food in this cafe the rest of your life. I can see it in your eyes, you're angry with your life. I bet you hate every man that you date. All you want to do is escape. I notice you take it out on me that you're all alone, but you are the only woman in my world that acknowledges my exsitence.

What is he talking about? I didn't even know he was alive.

I'm getting old and if my ship ever comes, I'll miss it. I had a chance to make a difference but I didn't. Now I think you should know, your father is the one that sleeps in that alleyway. Yes I am the man who holds down that corner table all morning with a bowl of corn chips. I am that thorn in your hip. You're the only reason I visited. Damn, I wish I was a better father my daughter.
-Jeff James