down on the streets of nude port the young mothers wheel their children in designer prams built to withstand thermo nuclear attacks from hostile predators with take over intentions. they carry jumbo lattes and mobile phones, they drive sleek metallic black military looking suvs and dress like super models. 
the sun is out with a wind factor from the west, blowing in messing up hairdo's, steering prams to the right, newspapers are blown of tables and napkins fly through the streets as children chase them into trees. i'm out and about walking pan, the wonder dog, he has to stop every few minutes as his admirers fawn over him and comment on his nature, his ball, his tail, his hight, his soft silky hair, his bright eyes, his loyalty, his warm and generous personality, his friendly disposition, his exotic cooking skills, i don't know, he's popular around town, every one knows him and they love him.
me, i'm a different animal, not as friendly these crazy days, i don't like small talk, chit chat, frivolous words with strangers about tax, juliar, unemployment, the surf conditions, the market index, the new young talent time, or tv series i have never seen, however i am always sucked into these things, and i just can't say no as i trawl though family photographs off strangers, holiday stories about unbuilt hotels, holiday romances that have open endings, unending dramas and car trouble. 
sometimes i'll just keep my head down, buried in my book, this current one is james frays, 'the last testament' which is good enough to keep my head in the story and not the narrative from old mrs. keating across the road about the missing oleander tree the council chopped down. i do miss it but then i also miss my grandmother to.
'the last testament', i'm almost finished but it's great, i'm loving it, the messiah is exactly how i imagine him, sex, drugs and no bullshit, nice little jewish guy from the bronx, doing it tough but keeping it real, fucking a cute little lap dancer, dealing with the righteous, stealing food from garbage bins, doing time with the punished. everyone gets served in this book, the religious, the law, the media, it's all called by the son of man,i can dig the messiah as james frey writes him, yeah he's all heart in the heartless world.
and james frey, okay he got kind of crucified by all the operah types, yeah he cheated the system, told a few lies in his autobiography, got busted and consequently humiliated. yeah james paid his due, big fucking deal, christians know how to forgive don't they?
well done james, this is a great book man. good luck to ya.