Sometime in july , somewhere in Brooklyn:
When I was living outside I’d usually try to find a way to sleep during the hours I couldn’t shoplift the inhalants I was compelled to huff all of the time.
More than a few times I’d see a mattress on the sidewalk that had been discarded with the trash. If it was between midnight and 7 am I’d do my best to get some sleep on the trash mattress.
one night I was trying to sleep on one in Brooklyn when someone randomly placed a kfc bag next to me. The bag contained 3 little chicken pot pies, fresh and hot. I was hungry but I was totally full after eating 2 of them. With my belly full I was able to catch a few needed winks of sleep that night.
it was like something I really needed fell out of the sky, right when I needed it. There are angels, I often forget, but they are very real.
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