081413 #worm #roach One more smoke and then I go. I mean it this time. A few more young girls come in--young in the sense of not being able to tell how young or old they really are. Thank god, they have brought their tits and their tights with them! You can't have too many tits in a cafe like this where the matronly waitress gets around to the couple with the baby, and recognizes them. The couple are immensely pleased. They will leave as big a tip as they can. No-one has too much cash these days. Anyone who comes here, and anyone who works here, has to know that. It's okay. It's no-one's fault. Is it? The bus driver tried to sell me some cash this morning. I said, ha, who has that kind of money. Then he looked at my card pretty hard. It's an old one, I said, which was most of the truth. He shrugged. As I made my way to my seat, I reflected a little absently on how you pretty much just have to trust people. The bus wheeled around in the sunrise. Across the intersection, the military police were cleaning up a mess in an alleyway. There was an overturned truck, all smashed. Looked like a lot of buildings had burned. Then we left that scene behind, too.