Cartwheels!

A short post today.



I am tired.


Last night, a very drunk man was doing cartwheels in the street. He woke me up.

"Do another one!" the girl with him would say, after every one. And he would do another one. And she would say it again.


They were not good cartwheels, but he finished enthusiastically, with a smile and his hands held high. Then he would almost fall over.


What an existence!