my neighborhood has its charms
well, last saturday morning as i was walking to my local post office i saw this young man walking up to me. he definitely had that georgetown prep look about him that i despise so much (madras shorts [gross!] and white polo shirt). but the first thing i really noticed about him was that he had no shoes on. none. not even carrying them in his hands.
my next thought was "wow. i wonder if he's still drunk. he must have had a rough night."
as he came closer i realized that he had a huge amount of gauze taped to the underside of his chin and that his white polo was splattered with blood.
so either he was just released from the local drunk tank where the night before he got into a fight that resulted in his lost of shoes and blood. OR he had been mugged, taped up, and then sent back into the world shoeless and alone.
ahhh...got to love the morgan.
Labels: for love of neighborhood