At about lunchtime on an early winter’s day I saw this guy strolling confidently and majestically along the river towards a group of his friends behind me. He was oblivious to my camera lens as he walked, sang and supped his way along the river path. He had a truly awesome drunken swagger going on, he was really strutting his stuff. He seemed to be on some kind drug-induced euphoric high – in his consumption of various substances, pills, tinctures and whatever else he was on, he had hit the home run, found the sweet spot, the purple patch. Top of the world! I imagine he tried to coast this magical wave of possibilities for as long as possible before eventually succumbing to rage / paranoia / sleep / disillusionment / soberness. Good luck to him!