Thursday, September 08, 2005
On a pedestrian bridge in Cairo, I saw...
A pile of dog shit.
A syringe.
One dead bird.
The little boy couldn't have been more than seven. He was balancing on the railing two stories above the ground on his stomach, feet off the ground. He asked me for a cigarette, Mister, a cigarette Mister! ¶ 4:34 PM
A syringe.
One dead bird.
The little boy couldn't have been more than seven. He was balancing on the railing two stories above the ground on his stomach, feet off the ground. He asked me for a cigarette, Mister, a cigarette Mister! ¶ 4:34 PM
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i think maybe thats not so good! I complain alot because our neighbors leave their seven year old girl alone alot. at least she doesnt smoke.
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