So, I was walking down the sidewalk infront of the hospital. I saw someone I knew catching a quick smoke in the afternoon. We spoke. I saw that his tee-shirt had a name on it I did not recognise. He told me all about the masacre.
He said that he was there. He survived. He said he was lucky.
I did not know what to say. All words fall flat.
"I am glad that you are here."
Posted by tripp at July 12, 2005 03:15 PM