Still at the god damn bus stop. Future Tense has wandered off. Present Tense must have got bored of waiting and hopped on the blue line. Cars scream by overhead on the freeway. The #11 finally turns the corner and approaches the huddled masses under the freeway. The bus pulls up and stops. The doors do not open. The driver looks at me. He opens a packet of Marlboro reds, and waits.
no,i'm not saying its your fault
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
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