Cruel to be Kind

Cruelties of body and mind.

Last night, I got off at a bus stop, where I expected my friend to be waiting to pick me up. I got a text. He ran out of gas and would be a few minutes late, and told me to hang tight by the street light. One other passenger got off the bus behind me. He looked poor, unintelligent, covered in tattoos and scabs. Perhaps he was on drugs. Perhaps he sold d…