It wasn't even a place that gave out
hygiene products. It was a free shower place.
Of course. I got him to take First Street in a straight shot back to downtown and hung a left to get to
the Safeway. We talked about a few things, nothing in particular. He
misses his grandkids and can't wait to get his Social Security money.
I hope he gets it. I talk a lot of shit
about Larry, but given that he's an ex-con over fifty who doesn't
want to work, I'd rather he get some money to take care of himself
than end up living in shelters for the rest of his life.
Deep down, I'm afraid that there is no
money coming. He tells a great story about pretending to be insane to
get the money and how he's always just waiting on it, but sometimes I
don't know if he's pretending for us, telling us that things will be
okay when he's going to be spending the rest of his life in one
shelter like this or another.
Larry is kind of my closest friend
right now and I want to help him so much but I can't.
But on that Friday we talked, I bought
him a sandwich and gatorade with my EBT card, and wished him good
luck.
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