September 4th, 2012 → 8:08 am @ // No Comments

“Fortune, that arrant whore,
Ne’er turns the key to the poor.”  – King Lear

When I was a graduate student in L.A. years ago, I used to volunteer at a shelter for run-away teens.  It was an enormous eye-opener for me, that people could exist that dirty, poor, and without options.  Not dirty and poor like a suburban kid after a soccer game with no bus fare home, dirty and poor like no dental care and clothes so threadbare they’re see-through.  I was recently reminded of an old friend from those days – who, sadly, never made it out.  It leaves me feeling empty and bleak.

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