I've walked back from the library.
On the way back, I had a pen thrown at me and a little later some boy leans out of a passing car and shouts an inoperable word at me. I don't understand why. I did take a picture of the pen with accompanying pavement and surroundings.
John Cooper Clark has a poem that might well help in this situation.
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