
This guy had on brown sox, brown shirt, brown shoes, brown shorts, a picture of a brown Tootsie roll on his shirt... and a brown Root Beer. Now if I could only remember what train line he was on.......
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.
1 comment:
fantastic.
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