I went for a walk today, starting with a stroll to the post box and then onto the recycling bins at the pub. I was carrying an old supermarket bag full of glass and plastic bottles. I looked down at myself: washed-out jeans, old sweater with bobbly bits, and a cheap kagool that’s coming apart at the seams.
I decided that those who don’t know who I am would have me down as a tramp. A bag man. I think I like that. And the sad fact is, I shouldn't care either way.
2 comments:
Jeff, are you a self conscious person?
Yes, but trying not to be.
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