Midnight transit in Van. Phantasmagoric soap operas.

“I had a mango smoothie. Luxurious.” – Curly-haired Adonais on the 99

Girls in pastel trenches, 3-inch skirts and 5-inch heels. Boys with wandering eyes and hands.

A boy tossed out his stomach’s contents on the Canada Line back. I wanted so much to go up to him and ask if he’s doing okay. Instead, I closed my eyes, cranked up my iPod and got off at the furthest door possible.

Wandering back from RC. Belting out Grenade, flipping off cars and reciting lovelorn ditties to myself.

I love Friday nights. =)

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