Bill sees the indigant with his possessions beside him and his dog. Up ahead. Bill strolls down 6th Avenue. The indigant has a cup in his hand and spies Bill coming toward him. Bill pulls a dollar bill from his pocket, folds it twice and drops it in the cup. It lands on an empty bottom, but it is early. The man thanks Bill and Bill walks on.
Bill smells the urine at the top of the stairway. It gets stronger as he descends to the Burnside MAX station, below the bridge. Where transients sleep and dream and pee. Bill's bound for Kinko's on the light-rail, where he will get envelopes and the envelopes metered for the bills he will pay by mail.
Bill lives in Inglewood and suburb, Lennox in the 60's, 6 years. Where there are traffic signals, like Portland, the city he, now calls home. He lives in Fallon, where there are 3 lights, 6 years, too. Bill lives next to LAX, an international airport, in Lennox, Fallon has a small. one runway public airport and the Naval Airbase outside of town.
"You're very nice to look at." Bill tells the stripper. "My boobies or me?"
The redhead girl, mid-teens is loosing her wisdom tooth, little by little and in pain. Bill sits on the low wall at Pioneer Square, waiting for the Yellow Line. She's bummed change from Bill, before. Today she asks him for pain killer. Bill has 2 left in his backpack, he digs them out. She thanks Bill, her boyfriend calls her. They are destitute and look for handouts. Bill will see her, again.
