C73 Zhivargo and the bum

He grinned, his fat cheeks lumping with his long, thick beard. His worn clothing was another matter. His big toe almost peeked from his left, heavily soiled sneaker. Worn Nikes.

"Yes, as a matter of fact you do know me...But I'm not sure you remember me, or who I am."

I studied him once more, raking my brain. We were the only two in the cell. He had scars all over his face. His dirty-looking