Dear Anonymous,
The streets are full of despair. And... THIS. Two men who met on the floor of the shelter, sleeping within an inch of one another years ago. Ready to kill one another as the flailed about in their sleep. Two men I would NOT want to mess with. They are reminiscing this morning over their less than auspicious meeting...and about their enduring friendship.
Respect. Decency. Brotherly love. You name it. It was in the air.
Mike's friend? He will only take what he needs. No more. In his rich baritone voice says, when I offer him new socks: 'No, no,no,no. We need to leave this for the rest of the community who needs it more.'