“I’m truly blessed!” he announces to the empty 7-1, “I’ve had five thanksgiving dinners today alone.”
No response.
Familiar tension between an unwelcome street person and storeowner builds, as he lingers at the counter calculating the best bargain on cigarettes.
Everyone has a “Black Friday.”
Outside, a woman looking considerably more put together than him asks a group of college kids for a spare smoke.
Coldly, they puff past.
Slamming his Pall Malls into his palm, he watches, pulls out a few and hands her the pack.
Wealth isn’t what one has, its what they can afford to give away.
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