SO your girlfriend left you. Or your parents moved country, without telling you, thinking it would be some kind of Gest.
And they’re gone. And you wonder, Why Am I Here? In this speck of land, in this County, in this Country? And you look around. You walk the street. You examine the tree, which, while you were not noticing, has turned green.
And this is how it is, in eternity. Just you. You looking around. You waiting for the next thing. And you kind of like it.
Street Hassle: (Lou Reed)
O babe I’m on fire and you know that I admire your body. Why don’t we slip away…
Although I’m sure you’re certain, it’s a rarity me flirting this way..
Hey babe.. come on let’s slip away….
Just like when you were fourteen and fifteen, alone in your room at one a.m. leaning out the window smoking a cigarette and realizing this is it. Moon in your hemisphere. Nowhere much else to go. Hey that c*nts not breathing… I think she’s had too much or something or other I mean you know what I mean?….