there is this frickin meth head who gets on the bus at the same stop i do in the morning. he has a mullet with bangs and is cross-eyed. the first time i met him there he blew smoke in my face and told me i smelled like pot, or hash, or bread, he wasn't sure which. this morning i saw him again and he stared at my face from about four feet away,
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