i don't think i've ever managed to get a front-row seat on a double-deck 23 at night before. it's a different experience, one that would have been even better if the windshield wasn't covered in that silly advert vinyl. but you know what they say about beggars.
i'm so close to never coming back to school it's not funny any more. but i know i can't not go back. between now and when i start working, i need a couple of years where i have a vague direction and some routine to take the edge off things. it's not so much an edge as the prepice of a five-storey-high cliff, just there and waiting for me to jump off.
a silver Hyundai Accent with blue rings of neon in the rear windshield and under the car just flew past the bus in the left lane. not saying a lot, considering buses are limited to fifty kilometers an hour.
oh. we're on the expressway. and i wanted to enjoy the ride.
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