Not until I’ve finished going AAAAaaaaAAAAaaaa (breath) aaaaAAAAaaaaaaa and listening to the syllable echo again at me from each close by building face. Got change for a wash-and-dry, just not another pair of pants to wear until they’re achieved. They’re eyeballing me as a result of I’m definitively black, and since the holes in my clothes aren’t the fashionable form. I’m actually singing to the cityscape past.