Day Two - the characters around me

Sitting in the square again. Different side this time. I don't want to be one one those people who always sits in the same place - I'm starting to notice those people already.

Brought a cup of tea and a book along today too. And there's the annoying sound of leaf blowers accompanying the smell of freshly-cut grass.

Damn leafblowers - a huge cloud of dust just came my way. What's wrong with sweeping the old fashioned way?

There are some characters around, you know. You really don't have to look that far to find them. Some guy in the center of the square seems to be moving like he forgot his walking frame. Keeps doing Jackie Chan kicks. Or Chuck Norris 'roundhouses'. The guy with the black poodle is here again. And there's a ridiculous looking woman whose hair is bigger than her fat ass. And that's fat.

It's not the most comfortable writing on a park bench. I was spoiled with that back supporter thing that I deliberately left at work.

Another character: (you see these everywhere though) woman, must be mid 50's - probably worked for a band in the 80's - Big Country or something - still trying to be "there". Jeans and denim jacket that belong on an 18-year-old. Designer handbag. Those cloth flip-flops that I guess are supposed to be cool. Silly hair. Designer-looking wraparound shiny sunglasses. What a mess.

Painting guy has just set up in front of me. Hasn't seen me yet. He's very free. He's doing something that he really enjoys - gets up when he wants. Paints when he wants. And obviously enjoys it.

There are so many people walking around with their ears plugged up with those white iPod things. There is sooo much to listen to out here - why not go home and listen to your music? How about making sounds of the square with birds and squirrels available on iTunes? Then these people would know what they're missing.

Here's another one for us: crazy chick walking around backwards, punching the air. Do these people not know what they look like?
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