Overcome by the coughing, tins of beans rattling against my knees, I danced into the side street. Opened my mouth on a wad of phlegm. It leaped into the gutter. I paused to catch my wind. Convinced my heart would stop. \”What a horrible old man.\” The bile wafted down from a tenement window. I glanced up, trying to attach a face. All there was were curtains hanging. Balloons. The unseen celebrating one more birthday.