What Happens on the Bus
Saturday, March 10, 2012
On the 8. It's freezing. The bus smells strongly of alcohol. The guy in front of me is wrapped up in a fuzzy blue blanket and his beanie is held on with bobby pins so it doesn't blow off in the wind.
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