This morning, en route to the bus stop: a homeless guy frozen upright in position: head listing far to one side, eyes closed (seemingly asleep?) arms jutting stiffly out in an a-frame, mouth agape. Maximo: "Just go around the zombie, Mama." My parental side (teach them about compassion and cruel circumstance) at harsh odds with the scantly evolved adolescent side, which is laughing too hard to breathe, let alone parent.
