On the way to work
10/14/10
Everyday on my way to work I pass a grubby-looking man unsteadily heading towards (I assume) Ken’s Market. He looks homeless and sometimes stumbles like a drunk. Part of me wonders if he isn’t just acting homeless so people won’t bother him. We once made eye contact and I said good morning. He just stared back at me blankly. Perhaps he doesn’t speak English? Or maybe he just hadn’t had his coffee yet.
