Drama at school... drama at work... drama with the wedding.... and the man still sits on the corner in week old clothes, clinging to the last moments of daylight to beg for a dolla' or a dime. Granted, it was broad and 18th which is a permanent spot for rotating vagrancy but it puts life in perspective. So if it costs a dollar for me to be given a lesson in how things could always be half past shittier... then so be it. I can always brush my shoulders off. Some can't.
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