Tales From The Usual Decaying City: The People on the Bus Go....

Last night, on the bus ride home from school, a drunken man with a tattooed black tear on his face and what looked like recent stitches on his neck treated the passengers to an a capella version of Phil Collin's In the Air Tonight. At times, I felt like he was singing to me. Despite the tinge of terror, it made me happy inside.