So, he said he fell. They all do. First time we spoke, usual conversation: “life is good; I will get it together.” Living around. Doesn’t expect to find work. Told him I would send a picture, but he doesn’t do computers or have an address. I will print one and deliver it on the street. “You can find me easy; I ain’t goin nowhere.”
I gave him a dollar. “Can you give me two so I can buy a beer.”
