I work at Collier Drug Stores at the Dickson St. location as a delivery guy and just about everyday this guy named Dwayne comes in to visit. He's schizophrenic, really sweet, and he's always dipping - he must be in his 30s. The other day he came in and Jake and I started talking with him as usual, which tends to be pretty scattered and strange, but this time he said something really touching, which I promptly wrote down:
When I hear that song Love by John Lennon I think of flowers at weddings. I think of my Grandpa. We put flowers on his grave on memorial day. Me and my family put flowers on his grave. He hated flowers though. Loved beer. Yeah I cry sometimes when I hear that song.
