Book3:WereMyDreamIs
gbutIamalreadyverytired.Thedecadesrolledbysofast.Mylifeseemedscarcelytohavebegun,buthereitisalreadyending…”Hethrewawayhiscigarettebuttandwasabouttoliedow,whewohomelesspersonslikehimingtowardshimontheoppositesideofthestreet.Ohemushingabrandnewshoppingcartwhiletheotherworedarkgssesandhadawhiteeinhishand.DavidreizedhimashisoldfriendDimitriandalsoguessedattheidentityofhispanion. ThateveningafterleavingDimitriatthenoisystreeter,Davidwalkedon,eyespeeledfarettebuttsleftoreets.Herummagedineverygarbagefordiscardedleft-overfood,butunfortunatelycameupwithonlyafewemptybeers.HewasgreatlydisappointedandwalkedtowardsDream-Maker’sBakery,knowingthattheyalwaysleftday-oldbreadandpastriesthatwouldnotkeepin