A man with a hat, a cigarette, and an X-ray nose.
July 18th, 2013, 8pm
It was 33.9°C. The breeze was light.
I’m rounding the corner from Lucali’s, the neighborhood pizzeria, with a large pepperoni, onion, mushroom, basil pizza. He is sitting cross-legged on a bench and, as I pass, lifts his nose and calls out –
“Pepperoni? And onion?”
I tell him the rest of what’s in the box and offer him a slice. He shakes his head and puffs his cigarette, and behind the cloud of smoke he smiles, or I think he does.
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