A one-legged man in a wheelchair, asleep. A bottle of gin propped in his lap.
A Hare Krishna being told to piss off when asking someone to smile.
A large heavyset man, tattoos and scars in abundance, carrying a floral dress on a hanger.
Hundreds of people like me, wandering lost in a city at lunchtime. Observing.
I wonder what they think of me?
