OLD DRAG QUEEN AT THE LIBRARY

where I live some strange men get around. there was a man who used to get the bus who always had a sweet candy pink girly clutch handbag with him that everyone laughed at him his only friend was this four eyed old dark haired man who was rather stogy and clumsy and grumpy in a comical way. he looked a little like Mr Magoo but with more dark hair and fatter and shorter.

they often met up with a young bloke with downs syndrome who worked at the pizza shop and his trick some days was hailing down the bus on a corner, going around the lights intersection, and getting out at the stop just around the corner, he would jump from the first step to the pavement. some days he did this three and four buses at a time til the drivers complained about him to head office.

they knew blonde well who lived in a caravan with his old mother who worn singlets that revealed everything that was wrinkled and saggy from the belly button up…

she would often go to the library to meet up with her jewish gummy mouthed drag queen friend of about 70. a tall man with saggy arsed saggy legs that loved to wear mini skirts and teeny bopper clothing while fishing around the library. he had some amazing hats and his hair was sparingly thin and all grey and snowy white drap tangles.

grandmother seen him and her first reactions “I HAVE SEEN IT ALL NOW” and I admit he was a sight with a dandy sunflower bucket light shade hat!!!

no longer would I trend the pavement at the library alone while he was around …there was something eerie about him. he looked uncomfortable like some scarecrow stuck on the harbor bridge while in the library. he always looks so awkward and places a new concept for “bill and ben the flower pot men”.

I refuse to share a ladies toilet with such company I can assure you!