You sit there with your family, playing cards and laughing. Oh how I envy you, it must be so nice, a mother and a father who laugh at your jokes, a sister who grimaces with a secret admiration for the love and care you provide to her. Your outfit, a white shirt, black shorts and white shoes, is so simple, yet you make it incredible, the sheer effortlessness of your beauty rendering the outfit choice almost entirely irrelevant. Oh how I envy you, the ease with which you smile at those that enter the bar and walk past you, the smoothness with which you smirk at the waitress as you ask her for another drink. Do I want to be you? Or do I want to be with you? I wish I could answer, I wish I could know, I wish I could put this childish awe into perspective and remind myself that you’re just another man, in another bar, living another life.