Book3:WereMyDreamIs
trishortly. “Areyoureallyblindoronlypretendingtobe?” “OfcourseI’mreallyblind.WhyshouldIpretend?” “Ithoughtitwasyourchoiceofoccupation,youknow,pretendingtobeblindtogetthesympathyofpeoplepassingby.Youcouldjustsitatastreeterandaskformohat’sacushywayoflife,man.” “PerhapsonedaywhenI’mreallydownandout,Iwouldbeforcedtodoso”sighedDimitri.“Thatisoomakealiving.Inthisworldifitweren’tforthefactthattherewasnowayout,whowouldbewillingtolosetheirself-respedbeeabeggar?” Themanstoodup,tossedawayhiscigarettebuttandthenlookingslylyatDimitri,said,“Hey,olddog.Ifyouarewillingtogivemeanarette,Iwilltellyouaboutaerestingpieepehisneighborhood.” “Goon,takeanotherone”saidDimitritakingouthis