toilet: the drunk ones' church

there is a sacred place near me. it's a center of some flux of this dirty city. it's a center of some dirty flux of this city. it's where my life happen. too. not only mine. it's the corner of the graveyard, where there are a bus stop, a bakery prison and a cheap tavern. the street ends and starts the mud with all those plastic bags and bottle caps and food for vultures. but the dead humans aren't vulture food. maybe the alive ones. anyway, it isn't any kind of nightmare to me. it's life. one of its sides, the one where i am, when i am. alive and outside. high and clear. alive and outside. and end to this bullshit

well, i stoped at the bus stop to... wait for a bus to stop. there is a seat in the corner where i used to sit everytime i wait for my bus. i don't know why, but people go outside their homes to sit in the graveyards sidewalk. i could be old people nasty habit, but the people wasting their time there are young too. and they aren't waiting the only bus with pass them by. it's a kind of trainspoting, don't you think? well, there where someone siting in the middle of that seat. ok. it was a large seat, enough for five people. well, why not sit there. but the guy there, a bald skinny tanned man with glasses, wearing t-shirt and shorts and sandals, as me, started complaining. he yelled at me: "hey, why are you sitting near me?! are you gay?!" i've just watched him while he stood up and went to the sidewalk, five metters away from me. i was looking almost at his direction, to see if the bus was coming. i think he thought i was staring at him, and he began to make some gestures, as he was searching for a fight, or asking why i was staring at him. i just ignored him while he went away and disappeared from my sight.

this same day, when i was going outside home, i found my neighbours. it's a very narrow corridor until i hit the street. my home is the last one. that time i caught them when they were just exiting their home, locking the door. they were a couple. the woman saw me, but the man was locking the door. i said good morning, and the guy jumped as scared as someone being robbed. i opened my largest mute smile and i went on, whithout caring about their explanations.

it's daylife. it's my life