At Union Station this morning I walked past a homeless man who was busily pouring a cup of McDonald's coffee into a half-full bottle of coke. In a deep baritone-- like the voice of god-- he proclaimed "when two worlds collide..."
Then he stepped back from the concoction and threw his hands in the air with bravado, looking proud of his work.
And I kept walking because it was just way too hot and humid, and I was almost late for work.
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