On the street, walking, a woman stops me. She says, "You want a trim?"

I shake my head, no.

On the street, standing, corner of 2nd and Pike. A bird shits on my back. Later I will take off my fake sweater and wash it in the restroom sink. It's damp for the next two hours.

Right off the street, sitting in the city park that overlooks West Seattle and the 99. I wear Polarized sunglasses that make everything orange and eat my sausage sandwich with sauerkraut. The onions fall out. I watch a parasailer suspended by a colorful sail, getting dragged across the sky by a motorboat.