I was watching Seagulls fly by high above, the sunlight made golden torches of their undersides and that made me feel a little better.

"Can I smoke one of your cigarettes?" Said I the non-smoker.

"Go ahead", she replied.

My head is full of bad words. I light up and lean out of the window like a first floor whore. People below are going about their business; I don't feel like liking them; I feel like falling out and squashing them. That's the way it is some days. Optimists get disappointed somewhere in the middle ground, the rose tinted glasses implode and everything just goes belly up in a powder cloud of boredom. Today is one of those days. I'm disappointed and I'm bored.

A seagull soaring high above sees my mood and lands a messy poop like a fool's crown upon my heavy head. That told me.

This is one of those stories.