On my way home I saw what seemed to be a narcoleptic panhandler. He was standing on the edge of the curb holding his “God bless-now-give-me-a-dollar” sign. His clothes were shabby, between his lips was a cigarette burnt down to almost nothing. His head was tilled down and his eyes were closed, every so often his body would do that jerk that happens when you start to fall asleep and then suddenly awake. I watched him for quite sometime as I waited for the light to turn. I watched him and thought “please don’t fall in the street, please don’t fall into the street in front of my car, please don’t fall in front of my car, please fall in front of the guy behind me.”
Of course in that time it never occurred to me to actually give him a dollar or maybe beep my horn to wake him. I’m kind of a bitch.
CW
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