Simon
On Saturday night I ran into Simon again. I was sitting on my stoop smoking a cigg and drinking a beer with Claire when I see this figure across the street come closer and I hear him say, "Hey it's brother simon!". I ran into him on my stoop in the beginning of summer but I didn't have the print I had made of him with me, and hoped I'd run into him again.
I asked him how he had been and he said he was in jail for the last month for having an open container of liquer on him. He was behind the community center taking a piss and on the floor were drug viles and trash, and as he was doing his piss a cop pulled in the alley, saw his opened bottle and busted him. The judge knows he's an alcholic and let him go knowing he wasn't using drugs. Or at least thats what he tells me. Anyways, his daughter and grandson apparently live a few houses down from me and he had just finished eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with them. He said he was walking there earlier and wondered if I still lived in my buiding and if I had a print of him. I ran upstairs to my room, grabbed the print and gave it to him. He said he couldn't wait to show his daughter and aunt.
towards the end of our conversation he pulled out his bible which is also his phonebook. He asked me for my number and that when he gets his first paycheck he'll get a phone and call me. I gave him my number asking that he doesn't give it out and he said no and I believe him and that he won't harrass me. Then he grabbed his backpack we said our take cares and goodbyes and he said,
"I'm a turtle! I got my home on my back!"
