Public Transit

I ride the bus everyday with paranoid thoughts of being killed; shot in the back of the head by some guy from a crumbling marriage looking to take out his problems on a yuppie with no problems.

Then I people-watch, one glance can reveal a wealth of information if you know what you’re looking for.

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