post modern quixote is what i think he said his name was. hmmmmm. he had a gold tooth and told me how he had almost been mugged once for it. therefore he said he no longer trusts strangers. i didn't think he had a great smile. but he offered me a cigarette or did he ask me for one. we got to talking and he said he felt all people were errant knights lunatic charging at him with their hmmmm. spears? okay i don't know either what that means was what i said when asked by him what those spears are actually called. i too feel they aren't called spears. oh lances maybe i remembered and he agreed instantly that yeah its lances is what they are. a silence followed and he broke it saying we'll meet and packed his bags to leave. he was suddenly restless i perceived. he had a bag well worn from use. he took it on his back and produced from his pocket keys. he had a bike. much like the bag. he turned the corner and entered his fairy tale.