Like me. Natural. Offensive. Wind delivers cat calls and whistles to pretty things walking by. Ran warps floorboards of apartment. Birds use whole cit... as toilet. Sunshine makes things hot and muggy. Not pleasant. Night somewhat better, though. Wind seems less noisy. Rain useful confounder. Birds good excuse for hearing noise. No sun. Colder. Been sitting next to dead hobo for four hours. Takes lot of preparation for jobs like this. Lot of patience. Cold. Nobody looks at Hobo. Good place to. Maine sofe per beth gaya. Mere maan main to laddoo foot rahe the koynki aaj muje wo sub kuch milne wala tha jo ki maine use kiss ke alava kuch bhi nahi kiya tha. Wo kithcan main gaye aur mare liye tea bana ker le aaye. Hum dono ne ek hi cup maine tea pee. Phir dhire dhire wo mare pass aaker bath gaye aur maine legs per haath rakh ker boli I love you aur mera legs (lund ke nich) dabane lagi to mere ko aiasa laga ki koi muje 1000 watt ka current de raha hai. Par maine control kar liye phir dihre. I am but a humble stick of driftwood that they have ensnared.” He looks at me doubtfully and I smile, changing the subject to more mundane matters. “Why are you thus attired?” “This is the garb of the ‘Sublime Chamber Players of the Lord Deichellys’, as we are known, rather fancifully, by our master. Deichellys is Lady Itelyssia’s eldest son.” “I know him. How old is Deichellys? Ten?” I laugh, but Jaano looks at me somewhat defensively. “He is quite mature, educated and refined…… for a ten year. She smiled and laughed easily. Her auburn hair fell just below her ears and looked like she never had to care for it. Her lovely blue eyes and bright smile were everywhere he looked that night. She had a tendency to hide her teeth, either with her hand or upper lip and discovered that she was trying to mask their slightly imperfect alignment. "A-hah!" he thought. "Perhaps she isn't perfect after all."He had been leaning against the wall, listening to a conversation between two seniors about.