My New Glasses

I have new glasses, they are lovely. I look like a rock and roll superstar *sigh* On the way home today I came up the back of my apartment building and saw four teenage boys sitting in a row on a concrete step in amongst the bird shit; like a group of oversized, gangly, hoody-wearing pigeons. They were sitting in a cloud of marijuana smoke and were surrounded by bottles of coke and packets of crisps. I read an article about Outsider Art in the waiting room at my therapists; the magazine was a year old. I thought about an essay I wrote on Jean Dubuffet in second year art history. I thought about fashion and novelty and the art industry. I received a text message from the Boy when I was at work: he told me I had a smear of chocolate on my cheek.