He lit a cigarette.
He huffed ineptly as he pondered on the reality of what just happened. He was reeling in a whirlwind of emotions. He felt violated. He felt defeated. He felt infinite.
In that little nook he temporarily claimed as his own, he watched the passersby in all their hurried frenzy. It was one in the morning. "If they knew," he mumbled, "they would upchuck their latest refections." Metaphorically, perhaps; but life has never been fond of metaphors. This truth just dawned on him.