Monday AM

The guy swho has chosen me, yes lucky me, as his seatmate smells like
he bathed in a spitoon and then dry rubbed himself with Drum tabacco
for added effect. I must have wandered onto the bus at a nonregulation
time since I recognize no one. This crowd seems mostly caltrain bound
based on the disaffection in everyone's eyes. Oh there might be a
touch of Kodiak menthol in the air. I may vomit.

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