Carol's Journal

Bus Story
There was an older man who would make gestures with his hands, kind of throwing them up in the air and lots of talking to himself or his imaginary friend. He was ripe with sweat. He pulled out a piece of fried chicken from his bag and started to eat it. It looked like he was going to eat the bones too. He was reallys sucking away on that chicken wing. He would wipe off the crumbs from his shirt. A few minutes would go by and he'd grab another piece of chicken to eat. He looked upset when he reached in and grabbed the last bone he was working on. At least he didn't fling the bones at anyone in the bus.

Current Mood: okay
Current Music: New Order-Ceremony

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