Sittin' across from me, a man with a beard down to his chest, dirty bugs crawlin' all 'round him, fat as a fart, a homeless father christmas to those without eyes. But, it's more than the exterior, he's got more than his stench and his moth bitten clothes. I saw him last week, and he was cleaner than snow. A hair cut, change in wardrobe, now a man with character, a family, and hopes. Funny how things change with your eyes closed.
-July 9th, 2008.
-July 9th, 2008.
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