by randystainer.tv

North is a good direction on this street. Walk north, browse in shops,
outside shops too, the occasional display forcing perspective from North to
East, after a full stop. Enough of North. Enough of this side of the
street, the East side. Left, across the street.

South is a good direction on this street. Main Street. Shops with pleasant
looking things for people looking for that particular look. I just want
some pants that don't look like Dockers or pleated wools that don't have
some metal brand on the butt pocket. I'll look, but I won't stop, and not
because I intend to do or not do either. Stink. Real bad piss stink that
guy has. South, faster, the stink stinks too much. Magazine store, I'll
look. Clean looking magazines, many Europooan, tits everywhere. Westward
along the rack, the racks got bigger, more nekkid. Porn section. Ah.
Eastward, man figures on front pages all superstars. Superstares with
slicked hair, drama. Chicks equal nekkid butts on muscular chicks and big
tits, and tits not so big made to look big and sweaty because that's what
the magazine wants to look like, and small tits, really small tits on the
only magazine that keeps my attention for a little bit, what was I thinking
about? Oh yeah, I wasn't thinking.

Outside, South, oh no. The stinky man, laughing because, because,
because...? The most piss-stinky person created is laughing as I piss -
pass, sorry - him, laugh laugh laugh laughing more after I pass. I get to a
corner and stop by a family, the pisson makes the parents nervous as he
pisses me (I don't want to smell it again)... he makes them nervous because
the child follows them and he approaches, his hand too close to the little
boy-head. They stop. I want to still head South, so I still cross, ahead
of the fetid piss smell person, he starting to murmur a giggle. Now I want
to continue South on the other side of the street, so I stop, waiting to
cross. The giggler passes again. But I'm too far East, so I can't smell
it. And as his giggling gets louder, he passes and it gets louder as it
gets softer, more distant. But the superstar of pissstink leaves an awesome
wake, and I don't even catch it again til I'm a good eight feet East, a long
way from the stinkiest living person ever.

Again South...

More later about the secret of laughing people, laughing a lot, when it's
just not funny yet...