allure

She got drunk on cheap beer and inhaled the smell of poor youth of free youth of youth happy and youth sad. It smelt like indecision and sex and stripes and moulting tobacco. And it looked beautiful, it looked ugly, it looked like the best thing you have never seen. It made tears of happy spring to the dew-drop corners of her too-small eyes, she was happy at this simplicity of life. The black and white calm of the shirts of the triumphant women with long legs and long hair and the jumbled shirts and faces of those struggling in the sea of hard life. It was intoxicating, it was a love affair with life and with the stale scent of cigarette she wouldn't smoke and the soothing taste of amber and faces of the strangers drunk on everything