on the street

A man walked toward me, walking fast like he wanted some distance between him and what was behind him. His face had an addict’s ashen cast, the skin loose over the insistent bones. He shook his head, I could see the greasy tendrils of his hair bouncing. He looked back over his shoulder, and then muttered decisively, “Man, I quit. I fucking quit.”


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