Into an interaction that I didn't want to be in, that is.
This morning,w hen I noticed a homeless man on a bench pouring some soda into a small bottle of whiskey, I stared, thinking, honestly, that I've done that before, and thankfully I'm not on a bench at 9am doing it now. Either way, he saw me seeing him, and his reaction was to start swearing at me.
And before I knew what I was doing, I started to talk back.
The point is only this: he knows what he is doing is wrong, at some level, but also, at a different level, protects the hell out of it.
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