o my god i'm so happy; mixed media on paper.

This morning, walking along Ordnance on my way to work, an obviously-insane person waved at me in the softest way from across the street – thin-armed crooked waves, like tracing squares in the air – while mouthing something over and over. I took a guess. How much do you need? I asked. Couple bucks, she said, with a shrug, suddenly beside me. I liked her get-up – short black dress, several tight-fitting hats, cigarette all a-jaunty in one hand – and I almost always give money to the obviously-insane (one of the few causes I believe in), so she got a good handful of change, maybe two and bit. Thanks mister, she said, and wandered off.

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