A couple minutes after that a crack head asked him for a buck and he sat up in his chair got hold of his dirt bike helmet and said – where’s the $10 you owe me. I was filled with un-official adopted father pride because I could see my un–official adopted sons innocence cherry had been popped in the last 4 years. Years ago he was a young adult with the heart and sometimes the mind of a child and people took advantage of his nature. After the crake head left he said – I don’t know if he really owes me $10 but F him then he held up his hand that was missing the index finger and made gestures – we had been talking about how sometimes he still feels that there is a figure there its like that phantom pain any way that’s why it was funny him making f u gestures without a finger. Cheers!

