Foul No More

After a morning of thinking myself into a corner, I realized that all I needed was a day on the streets to remember why I'm still doing this.

And it helps that someone had printed out a story I wrote about him in The Pipeline and had actually taped it to his store counter. I was so shocked I took a picture. I don't even print the pipeline anymore because it uses up so much toner, but I was touched that someone did. (Oddly enough, of all issues to print, it's the one where I screwed up the photo caption and thought Danny Trejo was Edward James Olmos.)