Travelling on a down town bus this morning i watched a possible grandfather trying to make the bus i was sat on by dragging this small boy by the straps of his knapsack as if he was a bag of spuds blowin in the wind tossed on tarmac down on his knees fell the small boy more than once, he never made the bus i could not help but think of the film the joker i watched last week and how sad the world is becoming with the one word,Time....
Stepping off the bus i called into a supermarket for a couple of bits, there in the middle of the first isle was an old man as myself, instantly i knew him even his name, where i am not known for remembering names at all, never mind 50 years ago yet his name still clings to me, we have bumped into each other over the years,those familier words how are you..etc.etc...and a few moment of the old school boy days the football we played for the school team. But today he stood stared my way for mere seconds turned around and ambled on looking for his eggs pardom my French...I am not sure if i was sad, hurt, or simply bewildered, perhaps my vanity needs a paint job...perhaps in adversity the ole vanity shoots out the old transvestite bunch of flowers and did i give off that air of sod off today or were my wrinkled stocking on show...Life is as they say..So Goeth...
