The sun beat down unmercifully. The water provided no respite. Around me, the uncouth, unwashed teeming masses. Then. He appeared. A vision in white. The care in making sure the socks are pulled up high whilst the shawts hangg low. The white kicks that seemed to hover above the earf. The carefree, yet careful, saunter. The mystery beverage in the black plastic bag. Black/White. Huggz and Poundz 4 all. Ball till U Fall.