City life
As I walked down 24th Street, I saw a man stop his car and get out in order to throw his empty bottle of Miller Genuine Draft at the wall, startling two girls. The bottle rolled around on the sidewalk as I passed.As I boarded the train, I studiously ignored a man named Craig, who was begging and sobbing, and who purported to have only eight dollars and fifty-three cents, and the clothes in which he stood.
As I walked back in the dark from the station, after conducting my business in Oakland, I saw a man in a trilby hat, immaculately tailored and carrying an umbrella, get into the passenger side of an unassuming silver car with a casually-dressed woman.
As the street became more familiar to me, I saw (and petted) an old dog outside a café, noticed a ring that looks better on the stand than on the hand, and watched the sky slowly turn to rain. I had ten dollars in my hand for the man who begs outside Walgreens, but he wasn't there. I wonder where he was?
Posted at 2006-03-13 20:24:29 by Richard • Link to City life
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