A jolly homeless fellow on the subway today. He was maybe 60, Italian-American, no teeth, friendly smile. No one would look at him, he was mostly talking to himself for a while then noticed I clearly found him to be jolly. We had a nice long conversation - to the shock and confusion of most everyone on the train. Abridged: Him: Where you from? Me: Hm. Well I guess California. Him: What city? Me: San Francisco. Him: OH. Ive been there. Its nice. Good vodka. What town? Me: San Francisco. Him: Vodka. vodka. Me: Definitely warmer. Him: Id rather be here. Me: Me too. Where are you from? Him: Right here. Born and raised. Dont want to leave. My father was a businessman. This is the worlds capital. Why you move? Me: I went to school here then stayed. Him: Oh work, make the (he gestures indicating cash.) Me: Ha. Right. (He pulls out a near empty bottle of vodka.) Him: Vodka. Vodka. Do you drink? Me: Ya. Him: What do you drink? Me: Whiskey mostly. Him: Oh I like whiskey but it makes me throw up. Me: Thats me with vodka. Him: You look French, you look quite French. Me: Oh. This is my stop. Him: Stay safe. Me: Have a happy New Year. Him: You too. I love strangers.
Posted on: Wed, 31 Dec 2014 15:00:21 +0000
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