Friday, March 3, 2017

Of Course

I'm fiddling with my headphones as I come up the stairs from the subway to the street, so I don't notice him until he's practically on top of me.

"I'm sorry to ask you this, but it's getting cold and I'm getting sick. Could you please buy me a hat?"

I look at him, his bald head, the skin of his skull about to shine through, his thin frame, and say, without really thinking about it, "Yeah, what do you need."
One year ago: Snow Pee
Three years ago: Move It, Schmuck
Four years ago: Fuck Day Drinking

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