A trashy (and I don’t mean ME) bus stop, not lax reading Lacks, and a drag queen named Max Flow…
~Thursday~ I arrived at the city bus stop at 8:14, which meant I had some time to kill, as the bus doesn’t even leave its origin, which is about four stops before mine, until 8:15. I spent some of that wait time deleting a bunch of pictures from my phone—most of them of things that … Read more