Origami No. 8

While on my walk today, I saw a bum. He was talking to himself (though everyone else heard him) - ranting about this and that. If I hadn't known any better, I thought I had just seen myself.

'Course, I'm not a bum. Yet.

(Origami is sort of my catchword for a featured blog entry that highlights my original writings - could be an excerpt from one of my plays, a poem, a song, a rant, a rave, a cursing, etc. Origami is the art of folding paper (the word is of Japanese origin). So, within the folds of this particular blog feature you may find something really beautiful, meaningful or poignant.)