Shapes & Sizes - "Alone/Alive"

I got on a bus to Toronto to look for a job, it was the 9pm. It was late, and I wasn't at all tired, so I got off at Cornwall 'cause I could see the pinball machine (Lethal Weapon 4) through the bus window, and I liked how empty the station was. The driver had to unlock it to let me in, I mean there was NO one. I liked that, it was way better than the stupid bus which was just full of weirdos anyway, watching downloaded tv and holding it in. I played pinball until 3 or so, talked to the operator on the payphone a bunch (Trudy, which probably wasn't her real name, we talked about being naked in a sleeping bag, and how it's cold and slippery and sweaty) then went walking on fencetops and looking in darkened windows. I ran down the cold street and shouted "lights out! lights out!" like a crazy old man. I wandered a whole bunch, I like looking at people's houses, it's like their face in a way, a sign of how they're living their life. I kept expecting to see someone, but I never did. I kept expecting the sun to come up, but it didn't.

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a more straightforward approach lies at ajisignal.com, where I wrote this piece's big sister.