Leszek, a polish hobo. I always give him a coin or two because he always smile and he’s so positive about life. Leszek told me that when he was a kid, his father ran over him with the car while he was drunk. The poor guy been handicaped since then - his arm and leg are fucked up, and he cannot work. He also doesn’t have any papers and he’s scared to be found by the cops - they might throw him out back to Poland. He’s so kind and always say “Thanks lot lot lot much” when I give him a cig and a coin.
I -so- want to ask Leszek more about his life so I could draw a comic.
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