a few days ago on the train, a gentleman pushed through the doors of the previous car and entered the little bubble i'd be sharing with my fellow passengers for the past few minutes. it is a common monologue, a man down on his luck, desperate and ashamed, but not enough to ask for food, or change or whatever he requires at that moment. the heart tugs, but the head says no more often than not. on this particular occasion, the homeless gentleman, sans-abri, had a very specific request in mind.
well, at least someone around here knows what they want...and I have to say, the apple ones aren't half bad...
Much love... <>*$dIaMoNd*$<>
No comments:
Post a Comment