Like a ghost. I squint my eyes to see her better. I realize my stupidity. And now will you please fuck off. I didn't come to America to feed the likes of you.
People feel relieved, they revert to normalcy.
I stare at the woman's long, white, almost bare thigh and feel a royal erection. Life suddenly seems a never-ending carnival of the mind, in the mind, for the mind. It is once more like a dream. Once again I say thank you God, thank you Allah, thank you Ishwar, thank you thank you thank you. I feel like Yasser Arafat, frothing with gratitude.