He had been homeless long enough to know humanity was a fruit-bearing tree. It drank in goodness but withered in the drought of modern times. Occasionally, the empathizing stare of a child or the unassuming help of a stranger produced hope like lemons – sour but tangy for want of sweetness.
I’ve been writing these small 50 word stories for a while. I liked this one the most! (And just wrote it, ha)
Pretty nifty way to visualize default shortcuts for Photoshop and other apps!
"I’ve taken thousands of photos of people in New York, and I find out a little bit about…"
"I’m Hustle Man! That’s all you need to know."
This is my favorite one.