day and night in the city

last week i witnessed the drunkenness of babes, people on rollerskates, and the sloppy and obnoxious unwashed corpses of the city...of course the sloppy and unwashed was only me...however you will not see me on skates...i do not know what runs through the minds of rollerskaters...of course from afar the untrained observer would have seen the blank smiles on the rollers' faces and thought they must be having the time of their lives...however if you looked closer you could see that they looked more like the smiles of the lobotimized...examined closer yet it was more disturbing, they were all insane!...no not insane in that happy ole hippy way, but clearly disturbed, insane...a posse of the insane on wheels...faced with the dark paranoia of a hungover sunday this was disturbing to me...the insane posse, a rolling whirling dervish of darkness, my head devoid of water and sustenance, was seeing these beings for what they were...meanwhile a man next to me commented about one of these rollers while i was in this state of pure realization..."i would love to sniff those sweaty shorts after she gets done with them" gesturing to one of the particularly soiled skaters...i couldn't hold it in, i began laughing uncontrollably at the thought of this guy kneeling in a darkened closet, sniffing this wheeled woman's shorts, while she sat listening to jungle boogie in the other room with that horrible smile of the absent and insane on her lips...