Simon:
My father died last year - 81 years old. It's a long time for a black man to live in this town. He outlived everyone he ever knew. He saw two wives die and three of his children. He had a great ugly old face that looked like a suitcase gone a million miles - all beat up and dented and scuffed and stained. Man, he looked like he walked 80 years on that face. When I used to look at that face and see all - the pain there, all the things he'd lost, all the hurt he had, I wondered why he wanted to go on, why he just didn't lay down and give it up.
Mack:
Did you figure it out?
Simon:
No. Never figured out much about that guy. I asked him, though.
Mack:
What'd he say?
Simon:
Habit.
Riportata da il
05/03/2025 alle ore 09:01