remembering

i did something i NEVER do today; gave a sick junkie enough money to
get well, because, for a second, i remembered what it was like, and
how much it sucked.

then i went home, grabbed a tent and a sleeping pad i don't need, and
went back to give them to him.

of course he was gone, and i couldn't find him.

so, dan garibaldi, i have a tent and a pad i'd like to give you, and i
hope you're keeping warm tonight.

and now i'm a little bit sad.