June 13, 2024:
Backpack and underbite, chewing his teeth. The underbite makes him look surly; the backpack like a terrorist with an IED. He looks at me not once, staring straight ahead.
Elderly with the volume up full: some video game on Android. Racking up points while coasting into Arnele Avenue.
Johnny Tenspeed apologizes as I move my giant's leg for him to pass. "No worries, mate": faux Ozzie for friendliness.