Wednesday, September 17, 2003

I was riding my bike through Clark Park on my way back to work today. The weather was beautiful around noon. I passed by a guy who looked familiar, but when I turned to look he was a junkie scratching himself in anticipation of his midday fix. I passed by my friend John, the on-and-off-again homeless guy that lives around my neighborhood. he's go a place right now, and he looked liek he was enjoying the day, sitting on the grass with his dog Yona lying beside him.