I just gave one of our local homeless men a bag full of 3 aluminum cans. I kind've felt bad for driving by, and then, upon remembering those three cans in the back seat, backing up and giving them to him--like I was handing him my trash or something. He said thanks though. And he appeared to be Native American. This was taken after the fact, but given that I randomly walked outside and took the picture, it illustrates the preponderance of homelessness in Waco, or, especially, on my ally.A preview of my forthcoming article in the Lariat...
"...But-but-I'm a Christopher Columbus in...sociology." Right. Now, sociology is mildly entertaining, but, honestly, how much cooler would it be to be the first person to walk on Mars? To crack quantum physics? To invent a craft that will take us to new solar systems? Somewhere along the line, we reached that stubborn glass ceiling..."
When I looked around,
I saw and heard of none like me.
Was I then a monster, a blot upon the earth,
from which all men fled,
and whom all men disowned?"
—the monster, Volume I, Chapter V
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those were my cans i bet!! and i loved that book too. cept it's one of those that i like to change in my mind...ya know, into a happy ending.
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