Ironsided
Flower of happiness
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- May 25, 2012
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I took a stroll today. It was wet. It was grey and green and I felt summer finally. I found myself in my most precious pair of jeans and my best sneakers. I only realised outside. I was golden, better than golden. I was hung over and depressed. My steps took me to the Irish pub and I had an east India pale ale of the tap. There was about 20 or so people in the bar and I tried my best to just blend in but I failed. I felt like they were watching me and judging me. I chugged the beer and walked out of there. The rain outside was refreshing and very subtle, more like a breeze than a rain. I walked behind a woman, well a girl really, maybe 20 years old. Her fragrance was fantastic, flowery and alluring. She was not beautiful, not even cute but very appealing. I was alone but not alone. I wanted closeness but I had none. I had freedom and fresh air. I found another pub and had another beer. I met a man named Shakira or something like that. We talked about politics. He was from Sudan, north Sudan. We were both socialists and got along in a knacky language hindered kind of way. He could have used a dental plan. I have an appointment with my dentist tomorrow. I hope my beer-breath is gone by then.