Tuesday, August 18, 2009

No Where to Run to

As the day winds down I realize I have nowhere to go. No home to return to. No sense of direction.

On the beach I see a familiar face. A girl that I know from the clubs still lingering at the shore.

We talk for a while and we agree that I will accompany her.

She's getting a ride downtown to the Greyhound Bus station.

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