old men

I met an old man named Francey yesterday whilst having coffee. He called me chicken and apologised for swearing at the table next to me (because you shouldn’t swear near ladies). Then he started telling me about how he was jumped the night before by four young men, they cracked his ribs, kicked him and stole his watch and his wallet. He was waiting with no money for his son to drive to the west coast and pick him up.

I felt so bad for this guy. Francey has just retired from 30 years working as a firefighter. I gave him the last of my smokes and bought him a tea. He told me there will be a pint waiting for me if i go to his local pub.


~ by k-rock and l-jive on July 7, 2008.

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