A week or so later, I took a walk and Mark was sitting on his usual sidewalk. Three other homeless men gathered around him. One sat, the other two stood. The sitting man was drinking a fifth of Old Crow, a rotgut whiskey if there ever was one. Presumably, he was sharing the bottle with the two standing men because it was half gone. Or maybe he was drinking the whole damn thing by himself.
The Old Crow Book Club (Part 2)
The Old Crow Book Club (Part 2)
The Old Crow Book Club (Part 2)
A week or so later, I took a walk and Mark was sitting on his usual sidewalk. Three other homeless men gathered around him. One sat, the other two stood. The sitting man was drinking a fifth of Old Crow, a rotgut whiskey if there ever was one. Presumably, he was sharing the bottle with the two standing men because it was half gone. Or maybe he was drinking the whole damn thing by himself.