Not until I’ve completed going AAAAaaaaAAAAaaaa (breath) aaaaAAAAaaaaaaa and listening to the syllable echo again at me from each nearby constructing face. Got change for a wash-and-dry, simply not one other pair of pants to put on until they’re achieved. They’re eyeballing me because I’m definitively black, and since the holes in my clothes aren’t the fashionable sort. I’m actually singing to the cityscape beyond.