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."
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One year ago: Snow Pee
Three years ago: Move It, Schmuck
Four years ago: Fuck Day Drinking


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