Happy birthday to youHappy birthday to youHappy birthday dear younger brother who looks like an older brotherHappy birthday to youuuuuuuuuGod made day lightand we called it the sunGod made night lightand we called it the moonGod made youwe called it cartoon!Sorry for the pathetic insults but I'm sure you love it really. You know I only abuse you to shower you with affection. Now I'm just going to use this time to think about 2 very "genuine" reasons to escape out of certain circumstances that I'm going to have to face from this minute onwards. But 2 words.
Life switches to slow motion. I sit there on the bridge wall, in my cropped jeans, red and yellow checkered shirt and a straw hat with a banjo. The crowd, wearing dark coloured coats, swarms past swinging their briefcases without noticing the foreign organism. I wait there. Waiting for those three pairs to skip past, with their hands held and arms linked... The clouds cover the sky and everyone starts rushing around. The moment is here. They skip past just as expected, except the addition of the rain. I climb down, walk away, playing my banjo.