Mad Hatter

There he was walking down the midnight street. The moon shined bright in the night sky, glowing ever so eerily. His top hat glimmered in the light. The man wore a gentleman's suit that was blacker than the sky above him. On his chest he wore a rose, yet not an ordinary rose. It was a dead rose, a dead black rose. His eyes twinkled, he was not an ordinary man. Swinging his cane like he didn't have a care in the world, the man continued to walk the blackened street.
I stayed in the room watching him, who was he? Where was he going? All these thoughts plus more ran through my mind. The Man stopped, so i watched him. He seemed to be looking around from something, maybe he was a criminal and was looking out for any witnesses. I tried to hide myself as well as possible, so he didn't see me. The Man look from his pocket a cigar and lit it. The light of the burning cigar lit up his face. He looked young, yet i could not tell you this age. What caught my eye the most was a scar rising up from his top lip. He must be a mobster and he got that from a fist fight with a pimp in Thailand, that was the first thing to pop in my head.
The man was waiting for someone, he kept looking at his watch. Or maybe that was a habit. He was waiting for someone, because someone arrived. Strangely he didn't get into the car, just hung in the window talking to the people inside. Maybe they didn't like his suit. A Large man stepped out the Car he wasn't wearing a suit like the Hatter, just a regular pair of  jeans and a business man's top. I became more interested at this moment, the man seemed to have a gun. What did they want, i could barely see them since i was hiding. I tried to get a better look but i was afraid they might see me and kill my family and feed me to the dogs kinda stupid thought since it turned out they were police officers ... i think