Homeless man, sprawled on a stoop in Brooklyn, drinking fuck-knows-what
from a paper bag before 8am, talking belligerently to his imaginary wife: “I
don’t WANNA change. I LIKE the way I am.”
Me, passing by, well caffeinated, in my mid-to-high-end designer gear; thought
bubble: “Geez, if I could only muster even a 10th of that kind of
self-esteem…”
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