On the 140. Man with one eye at 12 o'clock. Girl that smells like hamburgers with glitter on her eyes at 3 o'clock. Serious pothead at 1 o'clock.
Two little girls just sat down next to me. They are not afraid to talk to strangers. They're telling the gal in front of me about their birthday party and me that they like my lunchbox.
On the 8. There are some really dumb kids talking about drugs.
"There ain't nothing wrong with weed."
"Heroin is just a spice, right?"
And now they're making cigarettes. Sometimes, high school kids frighten me.