A homeless man swung a shopping cart at me. I said sorry.
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Date: November 9th, 2024 9:27 AM Author: Mainlining The Secret Truths of My Mahchine (G. Hoy’s Floor 24 ‘Truth’—No Great Becumming, Only Gravity :()
He stumbled into the store mid-afternoon, reeking of booze and sweat. Pushed a cart full of garbage down the aisles, mumbling to himself. I knew it was going to end badly.
When I asked him to leave, he yelled, “You think you’re better than me?” and swung the cart like a weapon. It hit my side hard enough to knock the wind out of me.
“I’m sorry,” I wheezed, stepping back. He spat on the floor, muttered something about “corporate slaves,” and left on his own. I cleaned up the spit, holding my ribs, and whispered, “Yes, friend. This is fine.”
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