Once upon a time I was in a very frazzled and vulnerable state. I was leaving a coffee shop and about to hop on my bike to head over to a bar to watch the Steelers game. A homeless guy named Joe[1] started talking to me.
He said I have a nice bike. I thanked him, said I love biking, and asked if he bikes. He said that he does but that his bike had recently been stolen which makes him sad. I mentioned that I’ve had bikes stolen too and we vented a bit about bike theft.
Then he confessed that he’s actually stolen bikes before. And furthermore, that he’s tempted right now to... (read 602 more words →)