Dr. Bittleman

[ayamcs]

He stands in a downtown doorway in the shelter of the narrow awning, rocking on his heels slightly, his dirty grey hair hanging limply over his weathered features. His tattered tweed jacket has many patches besides the ovals that pad his elbows, and there are more holes to be covered. His voice gruff from years of cigarettes, once imported and

Comments

[calmfacade]

wow, I read it as a piece of fiction at first but then the ending seemed to say it was real life. Although you do hear about this sort of thing, I've never met anyone who had taken such a downward spiral.