This is David and Dori. They've been together a decade, and live in the alley down the street from the McDonald's where I am editing while my car is in the shop. He wrote one-liners for top comedians way back in the day, owned an art gallery, and calls her "My raison d'etre." She is Filipina, worked in a lingerie factory, and now cleans anything she can for money. She has a lot of great advice about men, and he has many words of wisdom about how not to get from there to here. They were splitting a hunk of days-old chocolate cake and a large coffee before he grabbed the bus to see what he could hustle up playing pool. For every question I asked, they asked one back. I insisted they take the $10 I had in my wallet. They used $1 of it to get me a coffee. I made myself not cry.
Look around. See people. Talk to people. The world is full of love and tragedy and stories I could not make up.
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