two ton tess in a white & black checked hoodie with fake blood splats, bulbous jowls with several piercings through its cakehole (ain't those things supposed to go through your earlobes?), the enormous sailcloth of black trousers still insufficient to hide the grotesque whale tail of its unmentionables ...
... to see such a thing first thing in the morning, before the stomach has even settled down—cruel fate & public transit, eh?
gets better: its male counterpart got on a few stops later; another bloated mass, stinking of perfume, weirdly coloured hair (a particularly nasty shade favoured by japanese kids who wannabe blonde), a fringe of beard under its jowls, & a marilyn manson transfer from a dismantled t-shirt attached to the back of its jacket with studs.
oooooo!
fooking hate public transit! almost worse than driving ...
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