Freak City
by
Tom Lichtenberg
It's hard to control your destiny while you're waiting for the
bus. It's especially hard when it's a Monday and it's way too
early in the morning and it's cold and gray and windy out
there on the commuter-ridden sidewalks.
Twenty two year old Argus Kirkham was lining up to get on
board along with all the rest of them. He was trying his best
to notice nothing and no one. Who were all those people
anyway? A lot of them wearing suits or nice enough
clothes, likely taking their professions all seriously with their
cell phones at the ready, their critical path decisions to
make, their lofty goals to set and achieve. Chances were
those people weren't working at some Pay'n'Pay like Argus
was. Crappy job. Crappy life.
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