Them Bones

[damiankarras]

I walk to the bus stop. Wondering how far into the twenty minute window my daily bus seems to have, I light a cigarette. It's colder than I expected it to be and the short sleeved shirt I'm wearing isn't cutting it. I have this habit of wondering where the people driving by are going and what they're like, what their lives are like. A woman sits on

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[raspberryblu]

The whole time reading this I was thinking that I would love to read a book written by you. I love the style you used. It's not just a stream of consciousness, and it's not just plot description. It's a wonderful style!

And to go along with this, the other day my friend was walking down Bailey Rd. in Montgomery, NY - should you know what I'm talking about, your everyday side road - and came across two giant, dead fish lying on the side of the road. Nowhere near the river or any other fishing spots. Just a road, with two giant, dead fish on the side of it. What the heck?