Post by TheBadGuy on Jan 17, 2013 23:22:41 GMT -7
A man sits at a cafe, admiring, from afar, a woman waiting at a bus stop in the rain. She catches his eye and winks at him. Just a wink, no more, no less. But from that wink rise emotions that few people know of. Desire for one, the man's desire for the woman. His lust for her embrace. That long needed envy of other men who, each night, hold a beautiful woman who they love in their arms. All of them knowing just how happy they are. How happy they are in their suburban house with a minivan, two kids, and a dog. Just how happy they are, living in southern California where the sun is always shining and the world never changes. Where tourists waste all their cash on cheap souviniers made by some poor man in China who works for ten cents an hour at some big factory for some jolly fat billionaire who owns two private islands. That, my friend is what comes out of a wink. 
