When
the man got to work, he would walk by another man who was sitting on
the stoop selling copies of his Xeroxed book of poetry and a CD of his
very own reggae music.
The reggae man would ask the man who only dated caves if he wanted to
buy some poetry or some reggae, and he always said no thank you.
He always tried to say it in a very pleasant way. But the reggae man always got mad and said: why don't you support the arts?
The man who only dated caves did support the arts.
He really did.
Don't think less of him.
