Street Spirit
At Andronico’s in Berkeley tonight, I arrived on my bike, presented it to the door to see if the store was still open.  It was.  This man selling the “Street Spirit” shows me I could park it on one of the racks.  On my way out, I buy his sheet, and ask if he writes in it.  Puzzled by it, but made curious, he wonders if I would find out who would take his story, and I say he might want to ask whoever gave him the paper.
Of course, I might have offered to write his story for him.  As I went home, I thought it would be a good idea to gather these people’s stories.  I also thought it could be another of those cool projects, to get the homeless a kind of occupation to write, to compose something…