Bread and Roses
I work downtown, and within a few hundred yards from my office door, there is a homeless shelter. Thus, there are a multitude of panhandlers in my life.
I work downtown, and within a few hundred yards from my office door, there is a homeless shelter. Thus, there are a multitude of panhandlers in my life.
He was tired of carrying her weight. Her financial choices and responsibilities. Her alcoholism. And he knew she was tired of his drug abuse and laziness and porn addiction. And Train played. And the guy kept talking. “Thing is, man… if it weren’t for divorce, I’d have student loans.”