about a little rainy night of no importance in Eugene, OR, a few years back. No importance, until . . . well, it was Jack's idea. He had some extra dollars on his food stamps, so we bought a loaf of Wonderbread, peanut butter, and jelly and set to work making sandwiches on a sidewalk outside Safeway. Bikes to downtown, and soon street dwellers were set with a sticky treat. We left a few deliveries by sleeping grizzled heads. Anyway. Jack. Possibly one of the most badass persons alive. I feel unworthy and blessed to have been a plastic-knife weilding sandwich assistant.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
I'd forgotten
about a little rainy night of no importance in Eugene, OR, a few years back. No importance, until . . . well, it was Jack's idea. He had some extra dollars on his food stamps, so we bought a loaf of Wonderbread, peanut butter, and jelly and set to work making sandwiches on a sidewalk outside Safeway. Bikes to downtown, and soon street dwellers were set with a sticky treat. We left a few deliveries by sleeping grizzled heads. Anyway. Jack. Possibly one of the most badass persons alive. I feel unworthy and blessed to have been a plastic-knife weilding sandwich assistant.
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oh Kiwi, you flatter.
ps. your blog looks awesome. it reads like a novel of pulp.
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