there’s a girl who drops by the shop in a white
jeep from time. she came thru today. she always gets one meal and a yerbamate.
while she was checking out, i noticed the sun glare through her shades and she
was crying. she told me it was a terrible time to find out shitty news,
but of course when isn’t it? i felt bad, because she’s been kind everytime she
comes through, and i hate to see people sad. the holidays should be a time of
joy and appreciation, but life is subject to rearrange a few things without
prior notice.
-ratha, 3:19pm, 12.19.19