Oh i'm so obvious. Even the most drunk polish guy in fucking Shoreditch can see that I'm the saddest, most boring and by far most pathetic person in this world and that, yes, I do have a lighter. "And I know, now you are gonna go home and read a book." Yes, true, because that is what I do on a Friday night at quarter past 8, when Shoreditch is getting drunk without me. When human touch is what I need.