Terminus:

[jack_babalon]

The train reeks of spilt gin, Egyptian musk and Cheetoes. The bus driver grins malevolent as he pulls out of the station a full minute ahead of schedule, he waves at us as we sprint futile to reach him. Later,I'll have some young brother standing chest high who flexes on me when I decline his mom's demand for one of my smokes.

So goes the roll of the morning commute.