Houston Stories

So I'm sitting to my lonesome-it's like 2:30 or something after the clubs were getting out- and this homeless man digging around trash cans walks by me. He asked me if I was alright. How low does your life stoop if a homeless man asks you that? Guess we're two of a kind. I told him yes, and turned my head hoping he wouldn't sit and creep on me. "You're just enjoying the silence, right." I laughed and told him yes. He kept it moving but kept looking back at me. Then right when he was about to hit the corner, he lifted a finger and said,

"You know what, you are beautiful. You have a beautiful soul, I can see it through your smile."
Then he threw me the peace sign and disappeared.

True story. Made me feel really good. I kind of wish he would've came back to talk to me.
I would've told him he had a beautiful soul too.

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