Live a normal life. 1

[jack_babalon]

The moon, just a few bites shy of full, waited in the bruise colored morning. It reminded me of that guy i'd always see at the end of the night, nursing his beer twenty minutes after last call, oblivious to the stacking of chairs clattering around him in the empty club. I watched it hover there over all those houses snuggled warm in the rows of trees spread along the hill. It seemed a little lonely looking down on all those sleeping homes with their window eyes still closed dreaming. It just seemed to hang there with no where to go. I knew the feeling. I saw my bus come rolling up. I watched the old lady bundled in enough coats to stop a bullet climb slowly onboard. Open her purse and carefully count out $1.75 with change. A young kid mouthing the words to the music on his headphones struts on next, flashes his bus pass like it was a VIP invite at the best club in town and eases on down the aisle. The driver looks at me. I shake my head no and tell her "I'll catch the next one". She shrugs a "Suit yourself" and pulls the door shut and rumbles on down Pleasantdale. I light up a cigarette. I take a seat on the stone steps on the side of the bus stop. I look up at the moon again and decide i'll keep it company for a little while.