this morning #1837.

this morning, through his dark sunglasses, it was difficult to determine if he was awake or not. not from here across the street, at least. based on the lack of movement & the way his chest slowly rose & fell, everyone but me agreed that he was fast asleep. even with the heavy traffic & general city din, he somehow slept. somehow kept upright. seated on a sidewalk bench outside of a former pet store as the world rushed about all around him. simply put, sleeping under these conditions seemed impossible, so we made a bet & i went outside to further inspect. walked on down to the end of the block & made my way across the street. creeped toward him. as i neared, about to admit defeat, he mumbled “hello.” nodded to me.