The Jamaican sat quietly…smoking a Remington….Madonna vogued…I thought…remembered….

Nothing present will do that…one tends to look back…at past lives…past loves…past sins…past…past..past..praying for a present….

The Jamaican sat stoically…he gave a peace sign…touched his forehead with light taps….a meditative state….

And my mind pondered…what that peace would be like…