He was thin and disheveled. Wearing brown shorts and a shirt that I guessed was white a long time ago. He knocked on the tinted glass asking for money.
He looked healthy enough to work. So I just looked the other way.
When I looked back, he was still there, at the window. But the look on his face unsettled me. He looked as though it didn’t really bother him whether or not he got enough money to eat.
As I watched, he pulled a small bottle of thinner from his pocket. And a dirty rag. With a practiced movement he poured some thinner on the rag.
The signal turned green. I never did see what happened next. But in a half minute, he managed to leave me with a very disturbed heart and mind…