somewhere to figure s**t out

Stayed in bed until 2pm hoping the tinnitus would calm down (it didn't). Stepped gingerly over a girl doing something disgusting to fish in the lobby. Walked past a house with the door wide open, three young Vietnamese guys, shirtless, cross-legged, eating lunch together. A guy sat on a children's stool in the street wore a shirt with complete gobbledygook on it. I walked past the house of that old lady who always gives me a look. She was there. I smiled. She smiled back with those blackened teeth you see a lot in Sa Pa; a beautiful smile. I walked around the block past a blind man playing flute at the intersection, and bought crappy headphones from an older couple's store, then stopped by the fish soup spot to pay her the $2 I owe her, sweating out of my life. Hoping Harper would at least give me somewhere to cool off and figure shit out, it was dark and full. Power is out for blocks. On the way there I see two photogenic old ladies. I stop and pull out my camera and prepare. I walk by and nail it. Hole in one. She chuckles. They both smile. I should have took more pictures, not bolted. I sit down at a local coffee shop. I like drink, but I dislike feeling like a loser more. I sit, dumb, marveling at it all.