• You're kicking yourself in the teeth because you're on the sidewalk
    caught in the rain, but relatively certain you were that everything would work out in the end,
    but see,
    that's only so if you speak the language,
    and even then you might get thrown by a local dialect,
    an indigenous lexicon of empty, meaningful words and phrases.

    You know you don't fit in when the police slow down to look at you funny
    and even though you're not, you begin to feel like you're up to something
    like maybe your backpack is full of cocaine or explosives
    and that all access pass around your neck,
    that's definitely forged, because the bad guys,
    see,
    the terrorists, they have to get close enough to set the charges
    or retrieve their duffel bag full of unmarked, non-consecutive twenties from the last place anyone would expect
    the garbage can that's the most observed and open in/around anywhere.

    Then you notice that you're standing next to it, and f***, no wonder they think you're up to something
    that "heil hitler" hoodie seemed like such a good idea, so funny, a riot just this morning
    when you were pondering over a quaint and curious bowl of cheerios
    and damn it all, you just shaved your head, too
    and well, only because it's summer time
    and now you've really drawn the heat
    those cops are grilling you like a rat on a spit
    and just because of a little unfortunate happenstance
    you're quite suddenly uncertain whether you're a neo-nazi, or merely a news-reporter...