Slice of Life: Blood on Lake Street
This morning I saw a man beaten bloody during rush hour on the Lake Street bridge.
As I was giving my statement to the police, I noticed a piece of graffiti scrawled on one of the yellow L supports. It was a rant about, “what a fucked up world we live in.”
As I left, I saw another piece of graffiti on the pavement: “Forgive.”
Easy for you to say, Mr. Anonymous Graffiti Tagger. You still have all of your teeth.