Friday, January 23, 2009

Friday 411

It's a Friday night and even the city seems to be deep in thought as I glide over the 101 to see that there is no traffic. The bus is relatively empty. It has been wet all day.

A few nights back I talked with a homeless man who sat down beside me on the bus. While I am generally uncomfortable with any stranger striking up conversation with me, that feeling was not as strong as it normally is. I had a Corona Light earlier in the night and a second bottle in my backpack. At the end of our conversation, I gave him the bottle and he slipped it into his pants pocket. I have no idea if I added to or alleviated anything in the long or short term, but I felt that feeling I get by givng someone directions who are lost.

(Even if I can't find my destination)


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