Imagine the crash. The conscious mind resurfacing, grasping, outrunning the clutches of Chlorpromazine. There’s a whining child sniveling only four steps from me. His t-shirt…
Tag: homeless
He learned these streets early rolled dice in drive-bys delved into hustle with both hands. Hope strung like an addict on 5th Street no home…
They called him Old Aaron he used to sit in the Arby’s parking lot in summer out there on the table sun beating down somtimes…