i just watched a dude count out fifteen dollars in quarters, for me....
while putting only one box of noodles in a plastic bag, and handing it to mehe told me how he was moving back to new york city, and there weren't any opportunities here
he had only come to chattanooga to "hang out with his mom"
i looked around while he spoke
my sense of time kept distorting
people were wondering by
i had thought i was the only shopper
he started on the sixteenth dollar
i stopped him, and asked for a five dollar bill
"thanks man, good luck in new york"
what a fight club moment, as i pushed my buggy out into the night.
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