
I can't say that I'm 100% sure that this guy was drunk, but the singing, the falling over, the laughing at lint balls and the smell of Ketel One Gimlets were hints that I don't think Sherlock Holmes would have missed...
a somewhat snarky, sometimes cranky, borderline stalker-y view of the world from my seat on the bus. No offense meant to anyone.. all of these stories are just made up. I really know nothing about you. And I care even less. I love watching the urbanites as they do their daily dance along the train tracks and bus routes...They make me happy. And sleepy.
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