beggar lady reappears
Saturday, September 10th, 2005Slumping on the harsh uninviting, dreary plateform of Charing cross, spliting a rolly coldth a friend. This Friday nighttime is infested with drunks, and for the first time, we are not the worst off; we do not smell the worst. Late-night, unnerved tourists don’t even look —a couple smile. I begin spreading our cold ,wore […]
