Sometimes all you got is your shoes

Watching a boy on the L gingerly take a seat breaking all protocol by choosing an occupied seat when a perfectly good empty one is right in front of him. I can see in his eyes he is just glad he didn't throw up, last night's party still cruising in his veins. He catches me watching him and shrinks a little at being found out. He stares at his shoes fancy new A1's and perks up. He looks up spies the empty seat in front of him and lurched forward another small success.

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