So a guy with a broken ankle arrived
Monday. He got it while hiking around the mountain. I’m trying to
help him around, but then he says that because he’s broke he’s
going to need to learn how to get around on his own anyway. But then
someone else helps him and I feel like a tool.
I haven’t gotten a chance to ask him
about the mountain yet.
He’s a cool guy though. He might have
even been trying to do what I wanted to do. There’s no telling,
really. I would like to sit down and talk with him about the
mountain. Show him my map. Try to understand the lay of the land.
He got a wheelchair on Thursday so he’s
getting around better. Still makes me look like a tool though. Four
months he’s going to be laid up. Being a cold, homeless queer is
bad, but having a being homeless and having physical handicap? Damn.
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