The folks in the park—our "friends without homes" as we call them, because that's all they really are—have the same problems. They just exert a lot less energy pretending they don't. It is like all that effort to put up a facade got too exhausting and they said, "Screw it. I'm a mess. Moving on." That is refreshing.
Wednesday, June 8, 2016
Last Call - Pg 144
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