Not until I’ve completed going AAAAaaaaAAAAaaaa (breath) aaaaAAAAaaaaaaa and listening to the syllable echo back at me from each close by constructing face. Got change for a wash-and-dry, just not one other pair of pants to wear until they’re achieved. They’re eyeballing me because I’m definitively black, and because the holes in my clothes aren’t the fashionable sort. I’m actually singing to the cityscape beyond.