On The Street

I ran into my old homeless boyfriend today.

He's still homeless. Still looks like a filthy Hallmark Jesus. Still thinks I should have black hair.

He doesn't have anyone to drive him around but didn't want to me give him a ride either.

"Come back when you're thirty," he said.

Hah. That number will always go up. Eight years ago, he said twenty five. When I'm thirty, he'll say forty.

He's the sanest bloke I ever met.