Beautiful girl gets on the bus and sits in front of me. I put my nose in a book to avoid staring at her, not much of what's written on the page leaps out at me, its like substituting roast dinners for happy meals. I turn to look out the window. I see a guy throwing up on the New Kent Road. Throwing up in god's honest daylight, then walking away as if it never happened. Heaven help me, I didn't know where to look.
We live in a world of juxtapositions and abstractions. Summer heat makes a man go crazy.