Story # 23

So, I went to the tienda

to get some smokes.

As I came back, turning 

the corner going back to 

my black door, my  neighbor,

who owns a large piece of the

corner was there, had a patch 

over his larynx to hide the hole.

He told me of his cancer as if

he needed approval. He was a

hard man, vulnerable, so, I 

treated him with respect...I saw

death in his eyes. so, I honored

that. I loved him for being able to

do that.