One day, I was outside waiting, and I started talking to some people. Nice people. We talked about all sorts and we got along quite well. I wonder why some people aren't nice. Being nice doesn't cost anything. I think we should all try to be a bit nicer. Just for the sake of it.
Once upon a time in Brixton. I was waiting for a bus, and a woman asked me for a light (for her cigarette). I gave her a light and we started talking. We talked and smoked cigarettes. I gave her a lighter and we went our separate ways with good vibes and positivity.
What's stranger than a stranger? Are they just different? Maybe you could make a friend? Before you know them their a stranger! Then where the best of friends dodgy, sheisty, loco, mad, crazy, lazy, or just maybe>:-?=!. <♡@■¿☆~♢¤