Thursday, January 31, 2013

"Then, the return to mountain town/soup kitchen"

I have the driver drop me at the soup kitchen.  A man is seated across from me who is covered with muddy clothes.  His hands are muddy, filthy and covered with blood from a fresh wound!

I asked him what happened?  He said he got injured at work.  His eyes were red and watery and he looked drunk.

I said, and you can't wash your hands and your wound?!

He responded:  "It's more manly to leave it like it is, dirty"

I said "Oh yeah?  That's disgusting"

I got up and moved away to another table, so i could eat dinner with becoming nauceous.

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