perhaps i'll see him tomorrow.

i like to save up my bottles and give them to the little old chinese man that roams around campus dumpster diving. sometimes he sits at the entrance to our building. i see him when i go out to smoke. he talks to me in chinese. and i smile at him. i saw him there today. but i was too lazy to go straight back down the three flights of stairs, knowing i'd have to come back up them again, to give him my bottles today.