3:58pm
Lady sleeping next to me, her head falls onto my shoulder. I don't fight it.
2:15pm
Man playing yazz flute.
2:18pm
Guy doesn't hold on and falls down when the train moves. n00b.
5:42pm
Crocs with leather tops...and shoestrings.
11:27am
Girl asleep, Brandy blasting from her headphones. Das ma girl.
2:40pm
Just caught myself acting out a Gabe Bondoc song, but it looks like nobody noticed. Oh wait...no the lady across is staring.
9:47pm
Full car. I mean absolutely full. I grab hold of the top bar and stand at ease. My eyes look downward to notice a nice woman forced to sit directly in front of my crotch. I look at her, apologetically.
10:05pm
Acid wash jeans. Nuff said.
11:39am
I spot a Christmas gift bag with Marsupilami on it. Filled with words of joy to share I follow the hands up to discover the face of an old woman, tired and trying to get some shut-eye. Alright lady, you've evaded my conversation this time...
12:09am
I notice a familiarity in the air that reminds me of that summer in Italy, which I then identify as the smell of European sweat. Just then the guy standing by me with his arm reaching up to grasp the rail above my head speaks with a British accent. There it is.
Friday 23 July 2010
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