Heading home after work Monday, I was standing in a crowded train, staring vaguely out the window. Shortly into the ride a raspy voice began singing the Carpenter’s “We’ve Only Just Begun”. It was a sorrowful version of the song. Sort of a Little Jimmy Scott/Amy Winehouse hybrid re-mix. It was beautiful.
And then came the smell.
Moving through the car was a homeless man - emaciated, blind, dirty, in need of a fix. His voice much larger than himself. He was collecting donations, and doing considerably well, for his song.
Halfway through the car he switched music and belted Rod Stewart’s “If You Think I’m Sexy”.
I think it’s fair to say no one did.
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