PREJUDICE IS IN OUR BLOOD, LIKE IT OR NOT…
Five regular street drunkards were noisy and rowdy. One was shirtless, as London is currently hot (we are in summer). Two wore shorts. All had beer cans and cigarettes. The four kept yelling at shirtless. Shirtless, hopped up and down, around the quartet like a dancer in Michael Jackson’s 1980s Thriller video. “I am not…
