Toot Uncommon (@[email protected])

Story Time! I used to own a quaint little bookstore downtown. Loved it. Over time I became friends with a homeless guy who was nice, not on drugs, and didn't mind watching the store for me now and then. He never stole anything and I always kicked him a few bucks for his help. So the one night I'm locking up and it's POURING outside. Just coming down like it's personal. I see the look on his face and realize he's gotta go somewhere and sleep in that, and that sucks. /1