he was old & rugged & had the streets he lived on
all over him.
i sat with him for a while & we smiled & shared some cigarettes.
conversation light, about life & memories & war & brokenness.
love & losses & wins & trades.
out of town & in town.
good food & dark alleys to watch out for.
i took his picture & gave him a few bucks for holding so still.
as i turned to leave, he handed me a needle & thread & told me i was
going to need it.
i was confused & he picked up on that from the look on my face.
he slowly stood up & gently took my head in his hands.
he then proceeded to thread in a zigzag line from my top lip to my bottom & so on.
he cut the ends, tied it off & nodded with a smile.
i smiled back & realized the favor he had done me.
i gave him two more bucks & the rest of my smokes.
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