This is a story about Anthony.

Anthony, a young and frail homosexual, stumbles out of his garage lugging a floral print Jordache carpet bag, adjusting his broken sunglasses to shade his sensitive eyes from the afternoon sun. Getting situated in the front seat of his smoky 1995 Spirit, Anthony drowns the sound of chirping birds with "Fuck you very much" by Lilly Allen with his broken radio, held together by a lighter and dimes. Lighting a cigarette, Anthony takes notice of a parade of elementary school children heading straight to the sidewalk at the end of his driveway. Quickly backing out before the train, Anthony notices two more groups of children infesting the neighborhood. Proudly blaring "fuck you" in front of innocence, Anthony rolls past the school to see a woman helping a hobbling crippled child try to get her walker over the curb. With an ash of his dash, Anthony sighed away to puzzle through traffic.