December 18, 2008
He’s exhausted. He’s been on this street a thousand times, it’s never looked so strange. The faces, so cold. In the distance a child is crying. Fatherless, a bastard child, perhaps. His back aches, his heart aches, but Harris – Harris is resilient. Thank god he found that 7 Up machine.
As Harris takes a gulp all he can think is, “Feels so good coming down. Rain on me, rain on me…”