Another nipply morning, the dope’s smoke clause, please rob me, & two-stepping to the death march…
~Wednesday~ Another nipply morning, and another rider paying his bus fare with gloves on. This was a sensible person, though, as he was not trying to deposit coins, but merely sliding his fare card, which he did beautifully and it worked perfectly. Oh yeah, he was me. Sci-Fi Fantasy Man was reading a small hard-bound … Read more