Leonidas
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I saw the flashing lights as I rode my bike down the freeway offramp. I got to the bottom just in time to see the cops putting his bunches of flowers into the trunk of their car and drive away. They let him keep the 5 gallon bucket in which he'd been keeping them. I saw him stand up from the curb where they had made him sit, pick up his bucket, and push the walk button to cross the street. In his eyes I could see the conversation he was mulling over with his wife about why there would be no trip to the grocery store tonight. "Not in my fucking city", I muttered under my breath as I pulled my bike over and stopped where he was. In my broken spanish, I told him that I was sorry it happened, and that I knew he was only trying to feed his family as I thrust the 40 bucks I had in my pocket into his hand. I would have given him more if I had more on me. In his broken english he told me that he and his family were grateful, and we shook hands and regarded each other. We were men, and we shared in common the desire to be a man. What we did for a living didn't matter. What we had, or didn't have didn't either. We were men, and that was enough in common. Where in the hell did this go wrong? Not two blocks from where we were standing were buildings full of people who don't work, won't work, and have not the slightest concept of the manhood that he and I recognized in each other. They get checks in the mail every month. When did we develop the callouses that allow us to kick a man who is only trying to be a man because he was born on the wrong side of some line, or because he doesn't have the right forms filled out in triplicate? I don't know, but not in my fucking city. Not tonight.
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Take care of yourself Leonidas
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