Sunday 11 November 2012

Street conversation

Downtown DC. An old black man starts talking to me as I head to Macy's (one day sale - who can resist.) I decided to try and write it up as it was the most brilliant example of a soliquey I've heard in a long time.

"They find the bodies, you know. Frozen. That's why I don't drink. When you drink, it keeps you warm but when you body temperature drops to 17 degrees, you freeze. It opens you up. No resistance."


"That's why they have the trucks in New York and DC. The thing is...people that are sleeping go hide. And sometimes they die. And then nobody, nobody finds them. For a long time. But they're dead. No question. And when they find them, they take them away."

Sad, eloquent and lost but probably true.

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