03 October, 2007

Night of the Lovefest

On Saturday night I was walking up 11th towards Folsom. Modesto was on 11th walking towards Harrison. Just as I was about to put my foot down, there's Modesto bending down to pick-up a dollar bill. I said, "Hey, that's mine!" He's ready to hand it over to me.

"No Modesto, you keep it. Next time you find money, give some to me".

I've heard from several people that he has a talent for finding money. "That Modesto, he's always finding money . . ."

Now I've seen it with my own eyes. He works and lives in the footsteps and shadows of the "scenesters." Lucky for him, many too drunk to notice they've dropped a couple of bills from their wallet.

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