Jogeephus
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I was driving down the road with a friend and we saw a wino-hobo-druggie-homeless looking fella pushing his bicycle down the road. My friend laughed and made the comment he sure wouldn't be pushing the bike down the hill if it were him. No, he said, he'd be riding it.
As we approached the guy our attention was on him and I recognized him. He was the father of one of my children's friends who used to come to the house and spend the night a lot because of some issues at his home. I couldn't believe this guy had fallen to this point. Less than 20 years ago he had a very good business and a nice farm and a cabin on a lake. His business was a cherry. Basically a controlled monopoly where even the dimmest could prosper if they try. The guy I saw on the side of the road was but a shell of the man I used to know. Don't know his story just rumors of substance abuse. I never liked the guy cause of his arrogant elitist attitude but its still made me sad to see him like this. Mainly for his kids but still I feel a little sadness for him even though he was always a prick to me. But he has nothing but himself to blame.
Maybe I shouldn't be this way but memories of the gutter help keep me constantly aware that there is but a few inches difference between the comfortable seat in a limousine and the cold hard seat on the gutter.
As we approached the guy our attention was on him and I recognized him. He was the father of one of my children's friends who used to come to the house and spend the night a lot because of some issues at his home. I couldn't believe this guy had fallen to this point. Less than 20 years ago he had a very good business and a nice farm and a cabin on a lake. His business was a cherry. Basically a controlled monopoly where even the dimmest could prosper if they try. The guy I saw on the side of the road was but a shell of the man I used to know. Don't know his story just rumors of substance abuse. I never liked the guy cause of his arrogant elitist attitude but its still made me sad to see him like this. Mainly for his kids but still I feel a little sadness for him even though he was always a prick to me. But he has nothing but himself to blame.
Maybe I shouldn't be this way but memories of the gutter help keep me constantly aware that there is but a few inches difference between the comfortable seat in a limousine and the cold hard seat on the gutter.