People Observations #4 - Wednesday, 30. January 2019
At one stop along the route of bus #201, a middle-aged man with long, scraggily bleach-blonde hair, got on. I decided to call him Flake, because that was the first name that came into my mind. He wore a faux leather jacket with a fur-lined hood, and had lots of neck chains and rings on. He looked like a 1980s glam rocker whose flame went out long, long ago; glory days a thing of the past. I think I've seen the guy before. He usually wears cowboy boots. Yep, he was wearing them today. I had a hunch he might be gay. Or a drag queen. He did have a nice handbag I supposed he was on his way to 1988, or something, but I think that ship has sailed.
I wish Flake all the best of luck, wherever he's going. He looked like he was down on his. I can relate to this because some days we all feel a bit lost, yearning for a part of yesterday.