The drunk guy came up to us and shook our hands. With a vodka smile and eyes made of gin. She watched as his lips fumbled with the words, but I had to turn my head. His life was too real for me to look at.
He said he had God and she said she didn't. And they each paused for a moment to pity the other for their own reasons.
Some times you're polite because you have to be. Some times because you're scared. But occasionally you're polite just because that's all someone needed.
The only thing missing was a clown in a party dress offering us slices of cheese. Life is never stranger than when it's real. And strangers are never real until you see yourself in them.
Thursday
7/13/2006 05:09:00 PM
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