2003-09-12 - 11:03 p.m.
One day I was drinking coffee in a plaza when I heard a gun shot and shattered glass. There it was right in front of me. A broken light bulb. One of those poles of light like they have at school or in alot of offices.
Glass gets broken all the time, right? Sometimes it is cleaned up and sometimes not. Sometimes somebody gets a flat, a kid gets cut, a dog gets a shard in its paw.
But this time something else happened. Here there were two baskets full of food. A poor family sitting on the ground around two baskets full of nachos and tacos. Food to sell. Where the lightbulb exploded.
