When he's with me, sometimes the bus driver lets him keep his sixty cents. One even gave him a little cardboard bus. But riding busses can be a nightmare, even before you get on. It's hard to begin some days standing on a busy street corner, especially when it's cold. Everyone stares at you.
Roofers scream crude nothings out of trucks.
A frighteningly thin woman smacks one of her children for swallowing gum. I'm standing on the church steps when I feel what starts as de ja vu and turns into clairavoyance. I know that the woman with the children and the gum will ask me for a cigarette. I'll give her one and light it. I'll watch her barely miss burning her kids with i iced him playing with his hair like I do mine.