happy wed.--- by gardega

My day was as long as a Dalinian shadow, I was in Coney Island and Park Slope and Carroll Gardens and so on.. As I drove into Brooklyn today I saw the same man seated on the same corner I turn onto every day. He sits in front of a church on a milk crate and he always seems happy. I think he knows more about life than I do as I rush around and chase my own tail. There was a time in america that if you sat on a milk crate all day you were not looked on as a vagrant, you were just being.