The corner of 101 and 102, downtown, where this BM office stand, bear witness to recent muggings in this pathetic onion town. From cigarretes, rolling coins, petty thieves, and other incidents lurks and abounds. This is where a bus stop also stands. And whenever I pass by this site, I always took time, say little prayers and reminisce about our loving departed one. I remembered asking him about Ayasiv (He loved boxing). If he got the chance to watch the fight. Said yes. Boarded the bus...and moved on.
Like his dad before him, his eyes were failing...then I wondered...Did he really recognize me?
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