i'm not finished here yet.

the bus i rode today got pulled over. the officer came on the bus scowling and proceeded to take two men off the bus for drinking in public. i walked into a bookstore and saw an arch enemy of mine on the cover of a photo magazine. on another bus, i saw the woman that i helped save from dying, she was intoxicated and driving. we followed her and called the police. she got arrested, there was a drawn out scene and i never thought i would see her again, but there she was on the bus, oblivious to who i am. and it's days like these that help me remember that i'm not finished here yet and everything seems small enough to fit inside a shoebox again. i'm not so damaged after all.

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