Scene in Uptown: while waiting for the bus, 65 year old Marcus Green attempts to sell me a pamphlet of his poetry for $20 so he can get a room. $10 got me the story of his tour of Vietnam and how one day, shrapnel ripped through his body (I saw the massive scars when he lifted his shirt) putting him into a coma. During that time his spirit witnessed himself on an operating table as it floated above, then visited his childhood home on the Southside of Chicago before he woke up in Osaka 21 days later in an oxygen tank with tubes running in and out of him. The near-death experience was accompanied by a continuous vibration around him and was “better than multiple orgasms”. As I got up at my stop he reminded me that every day is a new beginning. His poetry was quite nice, too. Good luck, Mr Green, and thank you.
Seen in Uptown: a man loitering on the street (no surprise there) with what appeared to be a fanny-pack disc man holder displaying Abba Gold album art.