The autumn evenings bring their own peculiarities: brisk dusk breezes that invigorate the body and refresh the mind - chill breath puffs that whisper of whisky laughter and warm strangers - random drunks who carefully enunciate every word, call you pal and ask for cash.
In the same way that cockroaches scatter when the lights go on, our balmy summer nights allow us to forget that in the dark, dank corners lurk a legion of expensively, casually (yet tastelessly) dressed individuals who attempt to convey oppression and destitution with a garrulous by-numbers recitation of dire circumstance. Something about the early nightfall tempts them out in a way that bright spring nights do not; belchingly loquacious if you give them half a chance, verbally abusive if you don’t, sometimes your street-mate will even perform both sides of the conversation for you – no need for input, just keep walking.
Even with no encouragement (or, perhaps, due to a lack thereof) your weight, sexual behaviour and gender will all be commented upon. Loudly. Which made me an obese, copulating female quadruped.
Oh, it’s good to have friends.
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