Out on my rich streets. If I haven’t run a medal into my legs, I‘ve sure run joy into them. 0432 old car leaves trail of unburnt petrol. 0433 car lights go off, young lady gets out. She: Are you crazy?- Yes, are you?-I’ve been working-What work?-Waitress-*pause*-Bum hours-You’re jogging early?-Comrades-Oh, ok. Uh-oh that *pause. In my dark days I’d’ve asked for an espresso. Now I get richer affirmation.