Panel 1
Homeboy, looking tired and dejected filled with instant coffee, ennui and cheap whiskey walks past an open air cafe. The atmosphere is warm, inviting and filled with the summer time kiss of fantastic promise and ridiculous possibility. For those who can afford it. He quickens his step to keep the wolves of desire from the door of his heart.
Panel 2
Homeboy compares his blown out Chuck Taylors with Guido Sarducci's patent leather power/money chaussures. Guido and not he will be getting all of the ladies tonight. He barely even remembers them.
Panel 3
Our man averts his gaze from a lovely young couple in a passionate embrace. Oh for fuck's sake. The loneliness twists in his right ventricle like some kind of vengeful hessian's hell-blade. Then He remembers all of the shitty stuff from his last two relationships and feels better. A little.
Panel 4
Homeboy screws his courage to the sticking post as his eyes find a reprieve from the garden of earthly Olde City Delights when they resolve, restfully on a vacant lot replete with overgrown flora and detritus. "Christ" he says with a sigh. He then buys a can at Mulberry Market and meets Sean for beer.
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