this morning #739.

this morning, from my spot on the balcony, i probably had the clearest view of the crime. so much blood. the perpetrators hadn’t noticed me though, so when the cops came knocking a couple hours later, i was more than happy to share what i’d seen. joe was just doing what he usually did, setting up shop on the corner & hoping to bring in a few bucks before the sun came up. i hadn’t been able to sleep so i’d made my way outside to have a smoke & listen to the sounds of the empty streets. these two guys walked past joe & though i couldn’t hear what he said, he must have said something stupid. by the way they beat him, it was obvious that they weren’t buying whatever he was selling.