mcouture

As I walk the streets, and see the faces of my fellow men and women, I'm filled with a vague love of humanity. I can't help but feel that we're all in this valley of tears together, striving to make it, doing the best we can. I try to see the good in people, not the bad.

And then I go to get a drink of water and see that somebody has spit a wad of tobacco in the drinking fountain.

Now, what kind of damn fool spits tobacco in the drinking fountain?