[ In Passing ]
Everyday, on the way to work, I pass the Greenwood Home for the mentally ill. The patients are better than the stinking mailmen. Rain or shine or cold as shit they sit outside smoking, grinning, people-watching the day away. Their eyes don't shine like they should so it always freaks me out a little. I look at my feet and stick my hands in my pockets as I walk by. Really though, I want to do something weird... like spray-paint "I LOVE YOU" on the sidewalk. |
