triumphant burst of joyous music

just over a month ago a man approached a friend and i on k road and asked if we wanted to trade lives with him. i asked him about his life [always pays to know what you are getting yourself into].

it’s physical

this much was apparent from his arm in a sling.

turned out he was a professional dancer, we never did the swap.

this morning i crossed paths with this guy again, at 7 cafe grey lynn. the cafe was packed mostly with regulars waiting for takeaway,

as i walked in, cory the barista raised his eyebrows and motioned as if to ask here or to go.

i sat down looking into the cafe.

from behind me i hear

there are beautiful people in the seven cafe this morning

he walks into the cafe and proceeds to dance, which is when i recognise him as the life swapper.

i suspect performance enhancing substances.