that hate filled man used to be the thorn in my flesh, for so many years. he would see me coming and unleash a plethora of leviticus on my unsuspecting person. “and woman shall not lay with woman…”
he’s still on state street, a couple times a week. he looks sick now, stroke or something like that. he has a smile plastered on his face. he greets people now. he tells of gods mercy and grace. i suppose his god had his way with him and then topped him off with a sprinkle of grace and dash of mercy.
his bullhorn wheezes.
i’d have to use other means to shout in downtown chicago.