Daily Archives: January 11, 2010

January Bus Diary Part I

1/5 As I put my quarters in the slot, the bits of hard boiled egg still floating around in my mouth taste like blood, and remind me of the broken tooth of a few weeks ago.  I walk past a … Continue reading

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