KD needed a break from the nameless bar where Aly’s birthday celebration was taking place. Wee Go Home Flowers is furniture shop is located next door to the bar. KD studied shop’s color coordination during a cigarette break, “…red, yellow, tan, white…light blue, black…pink, green, white, brown…red, green, black, yellow.”
These are only a few of the combinations that were recorded before KD had the distinct pleasure of meeting a man of the street. No, not a male prostitute, he was a homeless man with a guitar and no clue as to what was about to occur.
He sat on a short stool in front of the colorful shop. |
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KD: What’s your name?
CC: CC
< He began picking away at his acoustic guitar as he smiled and stared at KD. >
KD: How long have you been coming here?
CC: All the time
KD: What’s the average amount of money you make here?
CC: Everything.
KD: Do you play anything else?
CC: I don’t know.
KD: Where are you from?
CC: I don’t know.
KD: Where do you sleep?
CC: I don’t know.
<KD could not get him to respond with anything more than that, until…>
KD: Are you bothered by my note pad? |
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CC: I don’t know. No one ever asks me anything. I don’t know.
A crowd of smokers laughed and yelled their conversations a few steps away from where KD interviewed CC. Their comments were heard. They joked about odd company as KD stared into the cold, confused and crystal like, blue colored eyes of a man that didn’t know, but played a guitar. |
