I'd like to meet:
Lunatics.Maniacs.Wrong ens. Dangerous fuck ups. Talkative simpletons. Clever swine. Folks with a head full of shit and a heart full of good intentions. The cowboy who grinned and said 'I'm the man and this is the place'. The meek woman with an evil glint, who showed me a suitcase full of knives. Park bench philosophers. Road sweepers. Lost kings. Bathing despots. Wonky eyed NAM veterans with a hand full of Viagra and a bellyful of whisky. People with body odor problems. I don't want to meet any of them, but I always do. Without fail. So why resist?