who even cares right?

i went out yesterday morning to get some breakfast. and on the corner of rose de lima and notre dame there was a group of dirty, greasy looking old homeless men causing a ruckus, really ripping it up. i was certain walking passed that they'd be sharing a few 40oz's of labatt blue dry, which is the regular fuel these poor old bottom feeders ingest for the fire they were burning.

but man, they weren't drinking. they were all huddled around a white haired guy with thick looking skin, the kind repeatedly burned by wind and sun. he was getting a shave from one of his buddies. he was laughing and giggling, he couldn't sit still. so the guy shaving him had to keep going over and over the mans merry cheeks.

the four or five bums around him were all smiling, standing around in their stained old winter coats. even the guy with the tear drop tattoo and the torn do rag who always looks like he's thinking about killing every one walking by. the fucker was smiling like there wasn't a care in the world.

i looked away, looked at other people going by. all these fuckers in nice sweaters and warm, stylish jackets had their faces all screwed up. i guess they don't see how good it is to be awake and alive and going to restaurants to pay some one to feed you like a member of the royal class. instead they take their time to look down the length of their noses on men who shave on a park bench with out the help of running water.