Oh the South!!!!!
Click and clack of locomotion, as I roll through the woods. There is some crazy fucker across from me drinking beer and talking to his fingers. He’s also wearing a fly suit from the 70’s and clutching a bag, like it was his balls. Thank you iPod. Whistle is roaring. I can’t feel it yet but I can feel the stickiness of the south outside. In NYC it sucks, but down here I don’t have to cram into a urine drenched subway station at 101%, feel me? Oh shit that guys pretty much cleared out 3 rows in front and behind him. He’s started laughing at the luggage. Thank you sunglasses, no eye contact, just stare with your shades on. Marauder
