I'm in the supermarket....flicking through the jewish chronicle, in a busy newpaper stall, where people keep grabbing under my paper, for the heathen rags...there's some interesting articles, usually i read them out loud, but i dont want to hover too long, and I've just spent my paper-pound on a scratch-card, because I'm trying to raise some money for a date, the possibilites of paying for somewhere, or something...
Suddenly I feel eyes, around me, staring intently...
then I realise these eyes are about a foot and a half above the ground...alien-like, eyes of superior minds...
So, i read about the jewish astronauts, but I dont want to linger too long...and the cousin who inherited the Klimt Art Collection, is a "lucky bastard..." and I walk...
I realise, that, kids that aren't mine, are watching me...the same kids, in an Orthodox Jewish family, I met previously in a supermarket toilet, when I was out, with the mentally disabled group watching our annual film.
I'm not freaked, so I let them see lights from my thoughts, silver, wow, what did I say?...I wear my white wings...to show Angel...
I think I've lost them, as I walk home through the quiet streets. I have to toilet, I have to hygiene...the 'boys' are toddlers...they both wear big muslim looking black kippahs that cover the whole head, and coats that match exactly one of my old coats, brown cordoroy, with hoods...so, they're The Boys!
I dont know why I've been followed...because I'm dreaming about a date with a girl...
The eyes leave, and I pee, I fill the bath...I am bathing with my clothes on...
I sit down to the mirror, and I'm doing things to my face....and then,
I feel the eyes again;
they move off again:
"That lady painted a 'Maschtas' on her face!!"
"She washes her face and sings!"
They talk to me, but I can't hear;..."Why did you wash off the paint?"...
Their sister says:
"If you are on a date, you must sing!"
The boys say:
"She is getting ready for a date, but she is still ugly!!"
I wonder what their Dad thinks, why Mum kept walking with her head moving round, and her eyes away, like she was hearing voices...Dad was pushing a pram, and giggled when he saw me, because I said Hello!
I said, Boys you wear a coat like mine!
"You must keep singing!"
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