Flea market

Mr. Sugg was his name, if you ever saw him, you’ve probably talked to him, he is friendly to everyone he meets and treats people with great kidness. Sugg runs a flea market shop out of his little blue van. You may see him in California today, and Missouri tomorrow, he is constantly on the move around the world setting up shops for a couple days, maybe just a few hours even.

The majority of his supplies, were womens' accessories, he would occasionally have other random unique items that he would find in his travels. I would assume this man is very lonely at times, for he does not have a partner to travel with, but his business does bring company. But not the type of company he needed, Sugg  needed someone who would always be there for him, and would be okay with traveling with him and never really settling down until old age. He needed to feel love, not the fake smiles and handshakes he gets from the happy customers. Because their happiness is based of what he could provide and if they smiled at him it depended on if his product was enlightening to the users. And Sugg needed exactly the opposite, something real. Maybe that is why he travels around the world, looking for something real. Well, that's just my guess and until I meet him I’ll never know, but the thing is, this man is standing in the mirror.