Packing my typewriter, collecting donations, and cleaning my bag out, I was spent for the evening and ready to go home. It hadn’t been too long of a day, but I was tired from sitting on the ground and knew I had a long bus ride ahead of me.
Out from nowhere popped Jesse. With an accent I couldn’t for the life of me place (typical tip of the tongue recognition glitch), he said he’d spotted me putting away my sign and typewriter and wanted to snap a picture. He showed me the candid. Before I knew it, I got to staying, he got to sitting, and we both got to talking.