a man with breezy hair rode his bike like strutting while sucking on a strawberry popsicle turned sideways.
last night, a man sat on the bench at a bus stop. it was after hours.
a girl walks down the street and her skirt ruffles at the sides while she walks against the wind.
the four of us on decrepit couches sipping tea or sexy deep purple smoothie or coffee with sugar. ali and anthony smoke cigarettes and have private conversations while i harass johnny about the "real" world and ladies and we talk about music and dead birds and photos and smoke and books and beats.
the sidewalk is slightly silent.