Monday, August 15, 2011

Bus Report #633

This morning my seatmate on the 22 Fillmore was a tired-looking man in dirty jeans and a jacket zipped up to his neck.
He smelled like my brother when he wakes up first thing in the morning - freshly laundered sheets and sleep, and with a warmth radiating out from his body.
He got up after a few stops and transferred to the 21 Hayes.


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