Napalm Riot

Ok here's how to open the scene to you. I'm sitting on the curb outside a pub today, blazing hot sunshine. No not drunk, with a can of Dr Pepper in one hand and a smoke in the other. Yes I do before anyone asks, when I'm stressed. Staring down a busy road that leads into Oxford street, one of London's busiest streets and what seems to be the shopping capital here.

I look to my left, walking down the road is a 6'ft odd long legged long blonde, who knows if it is natural? Her hands full of shopping bags from all the top brands along the street, Harrods, HMV, Apple, numerous Selfridge's, and of course the bags we've all become accustom "Primark Oxford Street" . A tiny branded handbag. No doubt with the expensive make-up and up to date phone she could want. She could have a rich boyfriend, fancy cars a perfect house or flat in Central London.

I take a look to my right on the opposite side of the street. A man who is the age of about 50odd, rags that barely stay hold of his skin. Backpack with a broken strap no doubt dug out or chucked out from somewhere before. He walks up to the street corner, looks into the bin and dives right in. He grabs something out looks at it and stuffs it in his bag. Something for later.

A couple of things strike my from these scenes which was, well, bizarre in the least. It shows how London can live together even no matter what class they come from if they are a decent enough person. Mutual respect possibly? Then I look at the second idea. Maybe these people once in the past weren't too dissimilar. Both gone to school, took their exams up to required age gone out and got a job. Once in their life they could have been happy kids, playing in the street and enjoying the beauties of life.

So, did something go wrong for him or did it go right for her? It shows how harsh, or rewarding life could be on the flip of a coin. It could easily be her walking down that street going through bins looking for her next meal. He could easily be wearing a nice suit, top job, perfect wife. Did he ever think he would end up like this. Did she ever thing she would end up like that?

Shows how scary life can be, when you think of the details of it, and how it could have all changed on the flip of a coin, missing a train or just too much of a good night out.



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