The soup kitchen felt dangerous today. Woman talking into her cup and to herself sitting next to me. Another self talker diagonally across from me. Pimp looking Black male harassing a young woman. Meth head with lots of sticky spittle in the corners of his mouth (that’s how I can tell he’s a methhead) seemed like one of the more normal people there.
One the plus side, they served salmon with bit of fruit concoction on top of it. Food you might get at a 4 star restaurant. Pretty nice. I’m grateful for healthy meal.