in case the text can’t be easily read within the pic…
Laughing with the Homeless Guy
“Oh the angels get real dusted down here.”
the dirty face mumbled, teeth gnawing a hole into
Self sealing features were obviously a special sort of hassle
Dirty Face didn’t wish to bother with. Not today anyway.
“Down here they get bruised, hunted, wasted, aced, iced..”
Dirty Face stopped on account of a really, really
long coughing fit.
“..mocked.” he managed to spit out, plucking a tiny
and wet feather from the tip of his tongue.
“Mocked.” I repeated.
“Exactly!” he laughed, appreciating my witty
and crooked compliment.
And I laughed, grateful that he still had enough
magic in him to make me
want to say it in the first place.