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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Thursday, January 31, 2013
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