September 4th, 2012 → 8:08 am @ Lea // 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.