I Love This City.
But like any new foolish fling, the things that are initially endearing become a chore very quickly. And you wonder if you've made a mistake.
The city threw belligerent drunkards at me. I told them to walk. It threw overly-threatening crack-addicts pretending to be homeless so they could score at me. They too were given short shrift. It threw prostitutes at me in the early hours of the morning when I needed the bathroom.
The city was testing me perhaps.
I am having a cigarette.
Whilst I am at work. But it's o.k. I'd filled-out the relevant form.
Being the afternoon, the comatose/dead woman had been cleared away by the paramedics from the staff entrance so I was free to mill about without fear of treading on any dying/dead people.
Present are a couple of colleagues. Being in their twenties they have absurd hair, so I don't make too big a thing about them.
A Youth wanders past, yammering into a mobile phone.
Youth: TELL HIM I'M GOING TO SMASH HIS FUCKING FACE IN.
He is wearing a tracksuit and yet does not appear to be an athlete of any sort.
In fact -in my experience - this attire at this time of the afternoon by a youth yammering in a barely articulate manner into a phone that frankly I'm astonished he could even operate is more indicative of a common criminal than an Olympic contender.
Youth: YEAH? WILL IF SHE SAYS THAT TELL HER I'M GOING TO SMASH HER FACE IN AN ALL!!
Pause. He is actually listening now, and I get the impression it is causing him some unrest.
Youth: LISTEN RIGHT. DO YOU WANT ME TO FUCKING SMASH YOUR FUCKING FACE IN AS FUCKING WELL? YOU FUCKING FUCK. WHY DON'T YOU FUCK OFF.
Youth: YEAH? WELL TELL HIM FROM ME. IF I SEE HIM I'M GOING TO FUCKING SMASH HIS FACE IN.
Youth wonders off in a petulant swagger of nylon.
Me: He's got a whole lot of face-smashing to contend with this evening.
Colleague: Yeah. He'll be worn-out after all that.
Me: He may need a sit down. Perhaps a cup of tea or something.
Colleague: There's only so many cans of whupp-ass you can open in one night.
Me: He's setting himself up for a fall if you ask me.
Me: I mean. That's a whole lot of faces he's talking about there.
Colleague: Hey. That woman. This morning. Was she dead?
The city and I split up. We had some laughs, but I just don't think we were compatible. You know? It wasn't her, it was me.