so as i was taking the public transit system home this evening, with my taut swedish boy haircut. (i do love it)
a couple came and sat in front of me.
i noticed at first glance that the girl couldn't have been much older than i. she was draped in a hugely oversized grey sweatshirt. her eyes we large and watery and she had mousy blond hair that hung losely about her face. she was accompanied by a much taller male, complete with a beanie and a goatee. he looked about 30. i questioned their relationship. was it a romance? or were they related? could it be possible that it was infact a hostage situation?
i watched more closely the girl knawed continuously on her already short fingernails while leaning close to his shoulder. it was most likely a romance. my first reaction was 'oh creepy hes far to old for her' 'i bet she is a teen runaway"
i wondered if he was using her for sex. she was so innocent looking. maybe he loved her. maybe it was her parents who disapproved so they decided they would run away together. i would have liked to believe that, whether it was true we may never know.
when i got off i strolled through the decrepid parking lot in front of the liquor store. that is beautiful parking lot. the asphault is cracked and there is a large neon sign towering above. its so wonderful at night.
i walked into the trailer park. i heard voices and noticed two teenagers, hoodlems no doubt. emerge from the bushes by the ditch. they stopped on the sidewalk, eyeing me. but then continued on. they began talking about their family issues and such. one happily mentioned how his siter graduated from college. maybe she will make something out of her life.
then i came home.
to my menopausel mother.
good times.