tegapath

I stood on a street corner hesitantly breathing in the thick stagment city air. My watch read 3:26 and the bus wouldn't arrive for probably 15 minutes. The city seemed to stir with what seemed like a billion faces, all with busy lives and places to be. So as one of these billion faces I sat down on a hard wooden bench, thinking about what exactly I was going. The smell of Marlboro and old age engulfed my body as I lowered myself down. I then brought  my thick canvas bag up and over my shoulders and placed it on the soiled concrete in front of me. I cringed, still catching wind of these unfavorable scents. A stranger sat next to me, starin