Drink feels good and warm, a place outside of me. It is slapped shoulders and gorgeous grins on everyone. Stories flow so effortlessly that I wonder about the other man, the one who will not and lives here in this body. The slightest gestures are welcoming embraces. An awareness I think, a real attention to the small things. And it takes so little, a breezy choice. It’s frightening like this park at night. Deep and endless as the number of steps taken. It is too high a price for someone so destitute.