Homeless guy, still reading
Jun. 1st, 2005 12:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsAfter lunch this afternoon, I took a walk down to the drug store to pick up a week's worth of allergy medicine. It's all I should need until this weekend, when we're supposed to head over to Costco and I can pick up a three-month supply from the pharmacy outlet there. The weather was cool and overcast, but still bright enough I wished I'd brought my sunglasses.
I walked down the street past the office supply store where I buy my Moleskines and pens and stuff, and in the abandoned store next to it a homeless man was sleeping, curled up in the doorway. He looked okay, just sleeping. He wore a leather jacket with the imprimatur of some biker group on it, grimy jeans and old boots. And next him, turned so that he wouldn't lose his place, was a beat up copy of Robert Silverberg's Majipoor Chronicles.
I wish I'd brought my camera. It was one of those moments that deserves collection and keeping. I wonder if he read anything else, but I didn't want to wake him. Still, it was interesting to see, and made me think that there was hope left for him, if he was doing something other than drinking the end of his life away.
I walked down the street past the office supply store where I buy my Moleskines and pens and stuff, and in the abandoned store next to it a homeless man was sleeping, curled up in the doorway. He looked okay, just sleeping. He wore a leather jacket with the imprimatur of some biker group on it, grimy jeans and old boots. And next him, turned so that he wouldn't lose his place, was a beat up copy of Robert Silverberg's Majipoor Chronicles.
I wish I'd brought my camera. It was one of those moments that deserves collection and keeping. I wonder if he read anything else, but I didn't want to wake him. Still, it was interesting to see, and made me think that there was hope left for him, if he was doing something other than drinking the end of his life away.
