Got fifty cents?

"Hey, got fifty cents?"

"I don't have any money..."

He starts to follow



"You selfish bastard"

He whispers under his breath

I'm feeling guilty



He'll just buy more drugs

to support his addiction

but is that the point?



His footsteps fade out

His presence, erased from thought

as the glass door shuts



"A table for three?"

The hostess smiles, "follow me."

"Great, I am starving."