The Chinese new year parade celebrating the entry to the year of the rooster was on its second hour when it started getting really boring. Though a genuine ethnic celebration, not more ethnic, than most banners, parade vehicles and contraptions, uniforms, bandstands and so forth was sponsored by Ford, Wells Fargo and what not: and me wondering and maybe a little surprised by my prejudice: but of course its sponsored, and why shouldn’t it be? My point is that the sponsors were as visible as that of the Chinese culture, so who is celebrating what?
Anyhow, with or without the sponsors, it would still have been boring two hours into the parade, the rain, my worn out feet, and my general impatience. I pulled back to seek shelter in a huge doorway to have a smoke away from the judgemental American eye. Bought a coffee from a street vendor lit up the smoke and relaxed. The high rise buildings on Market Street where the parade began are a peculiar mixture of new and old, and as I was contemplating on that, I noticed the a lot of people in the McKenno`s building across from me, were standing in their offices looking at the parade. Some stood alone, some in a crowd. From the third floor and up till where I couldnt keep the count straight, the lit up windows and the people created a pattern of life in confinement and I instantly associated to the life and curriculae vitae of a certain Patrick Bateman.
A couple in a window on the fouth floor was making out. From conversation that led to kisses, I saw the guy positioning himself behind the girl, but not until the girl bend over and her face was against the window did I figure out that he was fucking her. It seemed though to be over in a flash. But then she went down on him, blew him for about fifteen seconds and they were at it again, doggie-style. Now both her hands and face was against the window, I could see steam around her face as the guy pulled out a camera and started taking shots of her and the parade.
It ended, like sex often does, with a kiss and a hug and she left the office. He stayed at the window, peeled an orange, ate it and disappeared.