Beneath a downtown bridge the bottle rolls into the Monongahela watched by two who having spent the day fishing shoot rats and cans with a 22.
There were three platoons. They drove from coast to coast working in kitchens, carnivals and shelters.
The van broke down. They met a man with money and jokes and food.
They fought over the bottle.
She said he had two kids somewhere. Maybe we should tell them he is dead.
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Did you tell, Marcel
