wednesday

a young man smoking a cigarette with panache, strutting with a limp so hard he seemed to move sideways like a crab. he peered out from under a tweed newsboy cap that matched his jacket, smiling at the ladies and licking his lips between exaggerated puffs. he wore blue polyester pants and the featureless black shoes common to janitors and security guards.
a red haired man wearing a porkpie hat and malcom x glasses eating a cheese pastry like a chimp. as he chewed his mouth went up and down his face in a circle from the end of his chin to the base of his nose. a banana could not have made him more simian.