Seeing Is Believing
Charles Flint was man of high stature, at lest in his world. People rarely saw things his way. The brighter side was the only side worth seeing to him. Getting by off of disability checks and what ever the bitter streets of New York offered up. He made his way around with his red tipped feeling stick and dark shades. Often called by many titles, but only answered to "Blind Hustler". His sight was gone, but never his will to survive.
Almost daily he would travel for miles often ending up in a different place of the city. …
