I passed three homeless men on the half mile drive to the grocery store at seven in the morning. One, a regular in the neighborhood whom I've never met, must be at least 80 years old. He was pushing a grocery cart full of cans in 38-degree weather. Upon arrival at the grocery store, I noticed a man slumped in a wheelchair outside the main entrance. He was barely holding up a sign. In the parking lot, I saw another homeless man near the back entrance to the store. He was holding a sign with words asking for help. I did not help.
Mark's Return to the Old Town Abyss
Mark's Return to the Old Town Abyss
Mark's Return to the Old Town Abyss
I passed three homeless men on the half mile drive to the grocery store at seven in the morning. One, a regular in the neighborhood whom I've never met, must be at least 80 years old. He was pushing a grocery cart full of cans in 38-degree weather. Upon arrival at the grocery store, I noticed a man slumped in a wheelchair outside the main entrance. He was barely holding up a sign. In the parking lot, I saw another homeless man near the back entrance to the store. He was holding a sign with words asking for help. I did not help.