An old man, grey hair roughly slicked back, finds a seat on the curb shaded partially from the day's heat by the awning of an electronics shop and the fresh green leaves of a graffitied tree. His legs casually crossed and the sleeves of his blue collared uniform rolled up, he leans back, propped up leisurely on one hand and takes a few hits from a can of beer held in the other, and observes the surrounding lunchtime chaos. He checks his watch and tilts his head back, out of the shade and into the sun, soaking it all in as he stares into the heavens, his eyes closed and his weathered face sharing an unbreakable grin.
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