I found a world map in the garbage. I’m always finding things, especially in the garbage. I couldn’t figure out why anyone would throw out a perfectly good map, not to mention one of the world. Weren’t they curious? Didn’t they plan to travel the world and need it to plot their way. Maybe they were going to travel the world but only as they happened upon it. Maybe they had already been once round and didn’t need to be guided. Either way, caution to the wind and sorrow to whom ever needed a map.

A bustop named desire:
Drive could be called Desire. The desire for more: Shopping, that SUV, the attractive blond. Taking the attractive blond shopping in your Luxury SUV. Icons that society says you need, but could very well afford to do without:daily two dollar cup of coffee.

Sid at Coffee
Sid is covered in grease and unshaven. His probably only bothers to clean his nails every three months or three thousand miles, which ever comes first. He gets a paper, and an ice coffee. Despite the signs on the door, he brings a bag lunch and eats it while reading, but I don’t think the rule was geared towards Sid. His shirt says he works at Robby’s. I’m not really sure where they’re located or what they do beyond general automotive work. A once red “Snap-on racing” cap. He brings a backpack in which he carries his brown bag lunch and an automotive textbook.

In a way I envy Sid. He’s got it all figured out. A steady job, part time education, and a pocket full of pens, a pen light, and a pressure gauge.

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