my favorite levi jacket

I was sitting on a newspaper Box ("the stranger") outside the Greyhound station, watching a wedding set-up in the park. Swinging cowboy boots/humming/waiting waiting to be whisked away.

A woman with cigarettes and years in her voice was talking to the pigeons, then she started talking to me, she told me I had the same red hair as her son, its called titian T-I-T-I-A-N after a renaissance painter who painted all his women with gorgeous red-orange hair or something like that. Her name is Ruth. She has three children shes a scientologist she had natural childbirths and thinks their important she coached someone through their problem with premature ejaculation, it all started when he was born and his mother took the drugs and the nurses kept saying Hes Coming Too Early Hes Coming Too Early.

She talked about moving to Olympia just today with her oldest son age 45. They come from Texas. Shes got a drawl and I saw her get off the Aberdeen bus. I start to realize that she seems very familiar. Eventually I remember this titian T-I-T-I-A-N story is one Ive heard before. I met her on a bus once like two years ago. She doesn't remember. She tells me shes working on a yacht at Percival landing and also being a nanny for two lovely children near The Community College. Someones picking her up right now. I watch her things while she uses the payphone. She tells me theyll be their any second, she cant wait to meet the children and the boat.

Another man inside, hes heading to Louisiana some way somehow. Ruth is telling him about her life story and I think its different than before when she told me. They go to the park to watch the wedding. I hope she didn't miss her ride.

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I love the way the bathroom lights at Union Station make your lips purple and your teeth yellow,
and you could look at yourself looking like a monster all day.

I like the big mahogony bench seats,
and the big marble walls and ceilings,
and how much time and decor went into a space only meant for lulls.