Forgiveness. Sometimes I feel I'm not worthy of it. I spent the morning lingering in the rain, walking briskly through downtown watching the cars and the people while I was taking in a cigarette. First thing I smell: smell of rain and coffee...ah, what a great smell...only followd by smell of vomit and stale urine. Bums in sleeping bags, bald men
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