Friday, March 18, 2011

I left my heart in San Francisco.

This homeless guy came up to me on the street, and he said he was hungry, but I didn't have any cash. I didn't want to give him anything I'd need later, so I gave him my heart. He looked at me with pity on his face, but he didn't give the organ back.

1 comment:

dezzy said...

wow how did you write this then?