I’m a bum. It matters not if I’m dead. You want me gone. I walk alongside you, you barely notice. What you do notice are my clothes, my complexion, my tattered hair. What do you make of me with that mischievous mind of yours? I’m here, but I’m dead to you. Ask me my name, I dare you. Unfortunately I seem to scare you. Frightened and nervous, but who’s really vulnerable here? Is it the woman in the red dress waving her expensive purse around town? Or is it me? All I want is some path out of this complacency I have fallen into. A hole, too big, too deep for my brittle bones to crawl out of. Perhaps give me a window? Let me see through it. Have a dollar or two? Perhaps a drink? Maybe a meal? No sir, to me a meal is a sandwich, perhaps half of one. Why do you think I am stupid? That’s all you notice about me. Clothes…dirt. Perhaps if you let me speak to you and actually listen. Maybe you’d know who I really was…who I really am. Maybe you’d know who I am going to be…

Sometimes people just need to shut the fuck up.

What a beautiful movie.
A definite MUST SEE!