Feckin' Paris.
Can't sleep.
Because I should be out, soaking up the Parisian night. But I'm not. Why? Because as I am about to step out of the escalator, with a freshly rolled cigarette between my fingers and a bounce in my step, I gasp as I see a fuckin' HOMELESS man in the corridor through the glass wall between the corridor where people wait to be buzzed in. He's curled up in the corner beside that big potted plant. And I'm afraid to open the door, in case he jumps up and runs in or something.
I've seen him. Sleeping outside on the pavement for 2 weeks now. No sleeping bag, no pillow, no nothing. He is so repulsive looking, not just dirty, but gross looking, with this deep red and black scar below his eye. It might not even be a scar, it could quite possibly be a wound that can't heal. Just a couple days ago, I saw a man and his about 4 year old daughter walking by the man. The dad kept straight ahead, but the little girl twisted her neck back to look at him and did not stop gaping till he was out of her range of sight, all the while daddy tugging her along.
It's being exposed to things like turn you into the one of the 12 million coldhearted habitants that roam this city like zombies. Ah HA!
I hope he's gone by tomorrow morning.
Because I should be out, soaking up the Parisian night. But I'm not. Why? Because as I am about to step out of the escalator, with a freshly rolled cigarette between my fingers and a bounce in my step, I gasp as I see a fuckin' HOMELESS man in the corridor through the glass wall between the corridor where people wait to be buzzed in. He's curled up in the corner beside that big potted plant. And I'm afraid to open the door, in case he jumps up and runs in or something.
I've seen him. Sleeping outside on the pavement for 2 weeks now. No sleeping bag, no pillow, no nothing. He is so repulsive looking, not just dirty, but gross looking, with this deep red and black scar below his eye. It might not even be a scar, it could quite possibly be a wound that can't heal. Just a couple days ago, I saw a man and his about 4 year old daughter walking by the man. The dad kept straight ahead, but the little girl twisted her neck back to look at him and did not stop gaping till he was out of her range of sight, all the while daddy tugging her along.
It's being exposed to things like turn you into the one of the 12 million coldhearted habitants that roam this city like zombies. Ah HA!
I hope he's gone by tomorrow morning.