So, last night boy and I were taking a pre bedtime stroll around the block while discussing the tragedy of how fast the weekend went and how we dread work Monday morning.
We decided to stop at the bodega for smokes when outside we discovered a poor, jobless looking drunkard rubbing his hands against the sidewalk hard occasionally checking his palms for cuts, laughing hysterically and repeating- Pure bliss written on his face…
We couldn’t decide whether to call for help or join him -