city_bus raze i'll catch sight of one sometimes. the crosstown two. or the central three. and i'll try to work out if it used to be mine. half a lifetime ago, i paid for a city-issued pass to make things easier. but i never could keep my swiping hand from shaking. and the driver wasn't a patient man. there was something hard and mean in him. he blew right by me once on my way to work. left me standing at my stop with my dick in my hand, cold and limp and mystified, in the cruelest corner of the worst winter i've ever known. so i coughed up my loose_change and muffled my half-smiling face with pocket lint, until i got tired of waiting around for a box on wheels to carry me where i needed to go and found the strength to start walking. 221014 what's it to you? who go blather from