brick lane

a bar is closed due to refurbishment, a guy looking like peter doherty in his early twenties is unlocking his bike, there's no queue in either of the bagel shops, it's slow. at rough trade a guy with horrible teeth is having a coffee. i buy franke and lcd soundsystem albums. should have bought a bag, they're just £5. i try to find tortillas, but none of the off licences have them, the fact that the cashiers always ask of my age when i buy cigarettes, tell me i look fourteen, then they try to chat me up, brings me to the conclusion that it's as standard for cashiers (and construction workers) to have pedophilic tendencies as it is for urban outfitters staff to be utterly fuckable. it's raining but i can't be bothered cause i'm not wearing any makeup and my hair looks like shit anyway. someone is smoking weed on buxton street, i can't spot them but the smell lingers in the air all the way down to vallance road. i think i should take a shower now.