So I'm just taking in his face, the Indian's face. I'm doing it because, when you've lived in the city as long as I have, and dealt with as many freaks as I have, your mind just starts to label and dump. That guy's a freak, you think to yourself, and he just goes into the freak pile, and that's it. So I try and work around that. The first thing that pops out at me are his pores, these huge pores on his nose.
People always talk about the red nose of an alcoholic.
Its always given me the creeps. And his lips are so swollen and cracked. They look as if they're begging for water. I don't know. I don't know because I freeze in mid-motion.