
Riding my bicycle along Hollywood Boulevard today I saw him in the crowd
- noticed him instantly.
When we reached each other, I said hi and
asked if he would mind if I took his photo.
“You want my photo?”
"Yeah," I
said. "There’s nobody like you."
“I know.”
And he smiled for
me, although his face was evidently destroyed by something, and his
mouth reconstructed. I asked him what happened.
“Shot,”...