we go to the club but we don't belong to club schlub, not that anyone's better than anyone, it's all a big democracy. we keep to ourselves. mister when i'm not taking pictures noses me like a golden furry dolphin and when i train my lens on him he plays the part looking like he just happens to be in the picture perfect. the schlub from yesterday was back with the whole too wide crew including the ex-pro-footballer who used to be stinko all the time til his wife threatened something and now they have three kids in quick succession he hurls off the platform in baby inflatable rings. we don't belong with them but we are comfortable enough next door, and i act accordingly, we don't hafta make a deal, we greet and ignore on our separate platforms. i don't say please don't litter and they don't flatten me.