little J.

I've not seen him in months. I saw him tonight on the bridge. I can't tell you how good it felt to see him and how sad I've felt since. I always look for him when I cross that bridge and this time, he was there, with his bag full of paper. He still wears three or four coats, even in 80 degrees. He was missing his smile. He's not doing well. We chatted a bit and he met Cowgirl and Kat, and promised to come by Trinity. He's fallen, right through the cracks he's gone. But we're on it. He gave us all big hugs when we left, that's his way.