I frequently interact with the "unhoused" population in my city. I chronicle these conversations as inspire set pieces. Like Waiting For Godot moments that occur in reality.
I frequently interact with the "unhoused" population in my city. I chronicle these conversations as inspire set pieces. Like Waiting For Godot moments that occur in reality.
EDITING
[I marched up to him, "Where the hell were you? I thought something happened to you. Did you not care enough to..."
My rambling was cut short when a pair of warm, slightly chapped lips collid...