Dear Anonymous,
His cousin, who he felt close to, has died as a result of suicide and he is wrestling with that loss as well as the stress of connecting with family as a result. Difficult for him to figure out the right thing to do.
He promises me he'll be 'A good boy.' But between this moment and a funeral in Washington County a lot can happen.
A thousand triggers. A thousand reasons how things can go poorly. A thousand ways he could feel relieved and satisfied as well.
A young man comes over and asks where a certain car dealership is located. He shows me the ad from the paper and says 'They have $10,000 for me and a gift.'
It is of course a promotion. I tell him where the dealership is. I tell him I suspect that that ad is not what it seems.
He trys to figure out how to get there. Walk or bus?
Meanwhile a coffee card and some socks help. A muffin.
Every coat I had is gone. All the pants as well.
The never ending, ceaseless open beak and broken heart of the street.