, , ,

he grabs a cup of

coffee that a coloured man

throws at him and then he

catches a cigarette that

a trained blow dartist shoots

into his mouth.  A lightening

bolt from the gods give him

fire in his loins and

then he sees the edge of a

cliff and steps on the

waves that crash high on it,


like his toes know

that weather loves him.  Like

everyone loves him.