Not a single one of them was looking out. It was as if they were ashamed or scared. It was hard for him to tell what exactlyhe was watching pass by. He didn’t know much anymore. He just stood there smoking wishing each puff would take the world away and tuck it up his sleeve.

He zoned out for a second but upon refocusing he saw they were still there. Still ashamed. Or was he just projecting? Nothing made sense anymore. He put out his cigarette and went back into the restaurant and joined the party in his honor. But he didn’t feel honorable. Far from it.