The Most Interesting Man in the World
His grimy cuffed jeans hung off his backside
His two-tone sweatshirt was better suited for winter
Perspiration plastered his brown hair to his skull
He wobbled when he walked
His hand-stained cardboard sign read: Help
He walked between expensive, airconditioned cars
silently begging for anything
When he looked inside the vehicles
he saw aquariums holding human busts
When he made eye contact
they would turn away
That used to bother him
Just look me in the eye
See me
I’m a human, too
These days, he believes that there is power in his vulnerability
and that when someone looks away, he wins
That he got to them
The Chevrolets and Fords give more money
than the Mercedes Benzes and BMWs
He once refused a woman’s donation
because he felt sorry for her
He is…
Jason Fisk lives and writes in the suburbs of Chicago. He has worked in a psychiatric unit, labored in a cabinet factory, and mixed cement for a bricklayer. He was born in Ohio, raised in Minnesota, and has spent the last few decades in the Chicago area. www.jasonfisk.com
