true story (aka non-fiction, for reals)

i had dinner with a beggar today. usually when i offer them food, they decline. they just want the cash. he wanted a toasted steak and cheese subway sandwhich.

long blonde hair. red winter jacket. black bag. cardboard sign. leathered hands. he moved to utah with his new wife, quickly found himself seperated and kicked out of the house. now he's trying to find bus fair back to mississippi. at least that's what his story is.

he was really nice, kept hitting on the poor girl making his sandwhich, and wanted to know what i planned to do with a degree in philosophy. he was definitely more talkative than the beggar in day 12. it was definitely worth the six dollars.