Incidents
A guy with a beard and a bedroll on his back and a smell around him and a general sort-of recreational-chemical deadness inside his eyes:
“Hey man, I hop trains, do you know where a freightyard is?”
And I don’t, so I get into my friend’s car and say, “That guy hops trains and wants to know where a freightyard is.”
And we pull up next to him and roll down our window and give directions and he peers redeyed into the car and says, “Thanks man, hey, do you guys smoke herb?”
At a busstop checking when the 16 comes and a man …