A Wanted Man; King’s Road, Chelsea

He is a man of no words.

Says nothing, but hears it all.

The whispered speculations, the hushed gesticulations.

He’s a simple guy.

Single bulb, single malt.

He sits at the same place, every Friday night.

Predictable patterns of an unpredictable figure.

Mad genius or mediocre gentleman, I will never know.

Perhaps, one day, I will join him.

We will sit in silence together.