The Strand

It was, more often than not, the smiley ones I was nervous about. They more contemtpous ones would look down at you even before you turned the corner towards them. While we approached her I knew it was going to happen.

‘I’m sorry, but you can’t come in. We’re full.’ She says

I tilt my head around her and peer in. The place is empty. I look at my watch and it’s not even 11. ‘This is bullshit. Let’s go.’ I say to the others but loud enough for the security guard to hear

Lock out laws suck.

‘You know I do wonder sometimes if I’ll feel the zest for life I had a few years ago.’ I say to her.

‘I think you can. Life wears us all down deshou?’

‘Yeh, but sometimes it just feels so broken down that I can’t take it. Like there’s a python pressed against my chest, squeezing anxiety and doubt out of me. This black python has been around me since I fucked my sitch in Tokyo and had to leave you.’

She nods and thinks for a second. ‘I knew it, but it just takes time to get over things and feel whole again’. 

I guess it’s the only thing to say to something like that