i met a nineteen year old homeless boy named mark today. he asked me for a quarter and we chatted and we hit it off (although he made me a little bit sad). and then his bus came and we hugged goodbye and he told me to go drink at annies, because he works there. the busdriver turned off the motor and kicked him off and i crossed the street to go meet my mother at mcdonalds. i hear screaming, i see him on the ground and some guy is on top of him and he's bleeding from his nose and his mouth. i got the guy off and he bled on my via spiga jacket and on my cell phone, which i let him borrow. i have this terrible feeling in me. it feels like uncomfortable anxiety.