My New Homeless
And so I was at .ISM gallery for their star-filled opening Saturday night, when I met a homeless smoking outside. He was sorta hot--silver fox--and a little crazy, and as it rained around us, I invited him inside.
We were chatting and talking--I asking him if he were homeless, and was he a little bit crazy? and he saying yes. Somehow his age came up, and I guessed 49.
"Close!" he said. "I'm 51." Then he told me about prison. A few minutes later he said he was 54.
"Oh, you totally lied to me for no reason!" I noted. "I'm kind of a pathological liar," he explained, and I demanded to see his ID. "You're 58!" I subtracted. "You've lied to me like three times in 10 minutes!" I wasn't judging, just noticing! Nothing wrong with a little pathological lying.
"Yeah," he said.
A few minutes later, I realized I'd done the math wrong. "Let me see your ID again," I requested, and resubtracted. He had been 49 all along.
And that is the story of how I met my new homeless.
We were chatting and talking--I asking him if he were homeless, and was he a little bit crazy? and he saying yes. Somehow his age came up, and I guessed 49.
"Close!" he said. "I'm 51." Then he told me about prison. A few minutes later he said he was 54.
"Oh, you totally lied to me for no reason!" I noted. "I'm kind of a pathological liar," he explained, and I demanded to see his ID. "You're 58!" I subtracted. "You've lied to me like three times in 10 minutes!" I wasn't judging, just noticing! Nothing wrong with a little pathological lying.
"Yeah," he said.
A few minutes later, I realized I'd done the math wrong. "Let me see your ID again," I requested, and resubtracted. He had been 49 all along.
And that is the story of how I met my new homeless.
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