Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Missing Keepsakes at Eastertime

The wirey guy approached me near the corner of 20th and Olive. He was smoking a stogie and talking out of the corner of his mouth with his baseball cap pulled low over his eyes. His main complaint to anybody within earshot was that anonymous parties, who he referred to only as "cocksuckers," had ripped off his grandfather's gold watch and his crucifix.