Monday, July 16, 2007



He was probably the happiest old man that I have ever seen. He went up the bus, walked the center aisle, and as he moved, he smiled heartily at every passenger. What broke my heart was that I knew that none smiled back and so I wished that the old man would look at me so that I could return his happiness but no go. He never saw me; and so he sat and rested his tired body, his worn sando and shorts, and worn socks that peeled at his ankles, and worn shoes that had a gaping hole by its side, and his worn bag, he rested it by his pencil thighs.

I said to myself: some days I just fucking hate my fellow bus riders.

curiosity killed the cat:

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