wednesday

A lumbering beast of a man with a nose the shape of a deli pickle indiscriminately asking pedestrians for cigarettes. He was so animated and hideous that Jim Henson would have flushed with envy. Despite a concerted effort on his part to be polite, he yelled directly into my face "I"M SORRY TO BOTHER YOU SIR BUT MAY I BUY A CIGARETTE FROM YOU? I HAVE SEVENTY FIVE CENTS!" I had no cigarettes. He offered the next person a dollar.

A pair of clear-eyed twin boys fiddling with something electronic. Their faces mirrored malice and incuriosity.