I watched as the two men argued. Hands waving wildly as they dictated their points to the other non-listening party.
It was quite a sight, as I was there from the beginning and the irony of two homeless men arguing about one of the most philosophical questions left me with more than a few chuckles.
I was homeless too, yet I wasn't as decrepit as them, I hadn't reached the point that after a few puffs at multiple cigarette sticks, the next thing would be to let off my rags and don on the robes of Socrates and Plato to argue about philosophy, theology and every other subject they wouldn't know splat of if they were sober.
I looked at the cigarette in my fingers thoughtfully, then took a long drag.
I hadn't reached that point. Not yet..