AMP: Artists' Meeting Place and Resource Collective

I had a 4 year relationship with this man.
He had brain damage from a car accident in his youth and a walk that suggested a former broken hip.
He always wore the same hat.
A barrow Florist would give him damaged flowers and he would walk around the inner city giving them away.

(Who wouldn’t sacrifice a bit of brain damage for the opportunity to walk round town leering quite openly at women ,thrusting wilting flowers in their faces.)

His benefit to me was that he would always do the same thing, he would limp slowly
up to my corner , head down, seemingly oblivious to the audience and the rising tension until, at the corner he would stop and without looking up raise his left hand high in the air and flip me the finger. He’d then limp off. He had great timing.