The man was standing on the corner. I was sitting in a restaurant where I drank a coffee. I was waiting for my new girlfriend...well, new...what the hell...I can't even tell you how many girlfriends I had before. I didn't count them, and, frankly, I didn't care about it. I was a handsome guy, at least that's what I thought. I had a quick wit, always a spare buck to get a girl, and my German accent was kind of attractive to them. I mean, they didn't expect to command me to exercise certain practices, but if that was the case, I didn't notice. She was late.
So I went outside, and it was raining. I lit a cigarette, stood ouside and waited. It was cold, and smoking wasn't permitted in the resto, if it would have been, I'd surely stayed inside. So I stood there, freezing, mind you, in January, when there's no Chinook, it can get 20 below °C easily. Then the guy comes up to me, stiff as a plank and says:
"Have you seen the light ?"
"The light !"
"I see the street light, man, I'm not blind. WTF you talk about ?"
"The light of the lord."
"Nope, sorry, I wait for my girlfriend. Need help ? Seems you don't sweat."
"No. my friend, I don't feel the cold. Don't you see that you haven't found the way ? I see it."
"Sorry, mate, I know where I am and where I'm heading. Told ya. Problem ?"
"No. YOU have a problem."
"Which one ?"
"I see that you're hot happy."
"Shit man, listen, I don't care for that crap. I've had it."
I went back in.
On the way back I heard him say:
"I understand brother. But do you have a dollar for me ? I'll pray for you".
1981, outside Spaghetti Factory, Calgary, Canada.