September 2008
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On the bus again.
This morning, on the bus, I sat down across the isle from a buff tattoo covered bald man with a gray go-tee and his thin ageing biker looking girlfriend. You could tell that normally he’s facial features were the type that seemed perpetually angry, however at the moment he was getting a big wet kiss from his girl and he had the biggest smile. Like a baby.
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