A fellow caked in grime and clutching his crackpipe came past the vendors today, and greeted me having remembered I'm Canadian, so I talked to him as I would anyone else, we made light jokes about how his grime-blackened arms are cheaper than tattoos, and... amid his gesticulating he noticed his drug paraphernalia & tucked it away, then left looking a lot calmer.
One never knows what mood a person on drugs might be in, but people know when they're being seen as human... and when they're not. 🕊️
@MLClark
Exactly. 🩵