In the city, there are beautiful girls everywhere. Old ladies arm in arm. A girl and her daughter. A man with his son. Grandfathers. Some of them in the hospital, across the road…in the window. Maybe one of them will put in The Coast,’ Hey you on the balcony, put out that smoke..’cause you don’t want to know’.
—trev
This article appears in Jun 25 – Jul 1, 2009.