The crazy is leaking out of a round moon tonight.  Two old men laugh excitedly at each other when a pretty waitress bends over in front of them.  An olive skinned musician with long, unruly, tied-back hair, is setting up on stage.  A pretty blond boy with facial grizzle and beefy arms is being served at the bar.  The musician and the waitress who bends over share the same lyrical chemistry.  I’m sitting towards the back of the garden bar, with the road against my back.  A pretty blond girl is having a drink with a placid, docile guy she doesn’t want to be out with.  She ditches him 15 minutes into her drink, after receiving a phone call inviting her to a sex party.

The musician begins with a slow tempo’d song.  The waitress knows it, she swings by, her ass moves invitingly.  She has the beefy armed boy’s attention, while the old men resume their life stories and beer.  The blonde girl is sitting across the street at the bus stop, no longer looking tormented.  The docile guy leans back in his chair, and does his best to look relaxed about being left alone. 

I savour both the crazy and the alone.