Goddamn
yes, Its hot and I'm down on Broadway, sun reflecting off asphalt and everyone asking for change, for cigarettes, something. I'm wearing a tie and I'm a cashier- I see these same folks everyday and I even know some of their names. I watch them pass bags of meth, watch them steal from the corporate store I work at, and they like me because I change their nickles into dollars and chuckle at their crafty beggar signs. (e.g., 'Family Killed by NINJAS! PLEASE HELP!'). I rarely have enough money to give them, so they dont ask me for spare change, I've always figured out of respect for my ensuing embarrassment. I watch them and wonder at their downtrodden lives.
One, I'm good friends with...she's 16 and a runaway from Spokane. A sweetheart junkie/ex-junkie (perhaps parttime ex-junkie, dunno), she is beyond her years. Could not imagine that girl somehow back in high-school, a sophmore maybe, amongst infantile teenagers. She has been on her own since she was 12 or so. Still, her outlook is always optimistic, always cheerful, always chill. She can take care of herself better than most adults.
Capitol Hill is a strange and beautiful place.
One, I'm good friends with...she's 16 and a runaway from Spokane. A sweetheart junkie/ex-junkie (perhaps parttime ex-junkie, dunno), she is beyond her years. Could not imagine that girl somehow back in high-school, a sophmore maybe, amongst infantile teenagers. She has been on her own since she was 12 or so. Still, her outlook is always optimistic, always cheerful, always chill. She can take care of herself better than most adults.
Capitol Hill is a strange and beautiful place.
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