A black man walking up the sidewalk in locust, carrying a cross.
Literally.
Dark stained wood.
Small backpack on his back..
Walking down the main thoroughfare, wanting the whole town to see him..
What is this?
What kind of thing am I looking at?.
A church thing, No doubt.
Out here spreading awareness..
For a dead Carpenter and a long line of stories..
His heart’s in the right place
(or he’s insane)
Or both.
Still, it’s a bizarre thing to see on your commute to the day job..
We all have our crosses to bear LOL…
I kinda like what he was doing.
I kinda hate the public nature of it.
Subtract the look at me …
From everything you do.
From everything you can.
Remove that shit. Do the opposite.
Don’t look at me
dusk 