There he is….standing on the median strip with a cardboard sign. He looks tired, beat down, shamed and shunned. He is about 60 years old but he seems much older. Hardened. I pull up to the stoplight on my way home from work. I am the only car at the light…But he doesn’t look my way. He doesn’t try to make eye contact and I am watching him. I pull out my wallet and see what is in it today. I have seven dollars. A five and two singles. I would love to give more but we are kind of hurting for cash this month. I pull out the five and open my window. “Hey man…” I say loudly…he scurries over. “Thank you so much….I really need it right now” he says. This doesn’t seem like a standard response…I feel like he really does need it. Instead of staying on the median strip and looking for more cars to stop and give him money he heads off in the direction of Burger King. Damn. I wish I could help more. Sometimes the world just seems so beat down.
I don’t feel all that great today. In fact I feel downright shitty. My head hurts. My medication makes my stomach hurt…like there are shards of glass in there. And I really really don’t want to be in my studio paintings tonight. So I am turning this painting in. It is a little comical….But I just can’t be in here right now. Sorry. Tomorrow is a new day. We will see what happens. Take care.