Sin Peter's Story

Another day. I woke up. Hungover.




My friends are all derlicts.



Im one too



sin peter is at the bus stop. It is hot as fck. At least 88 degrees. It's been hotter lately. Sin peters space is a small bus shelter, ya no the ones that are all over the city. Plexiglass all around and 10 by 4. this one is actually clean but sin peter can't lie down cuz of the arm rests. Those dam armrests on benches. No man can sleep on those. This stop is one of the new stops. The kind that has a tv in it. Or I guess its not really a tv but some kinda tv that just plays ads. Sin peter has seen these before and knows the world keeps on going. Hasn't passed him by cuz he is still livin and breathin. Sin peter is winning for all accounts. He has beat the streets, disease, being broke, losing everything. So a colored screen a bus stop is nothing new to him. Sin peter looks to the left. He sees cabs lined up to take some of the people somewhere and he almost laughs out loud. Lord knows all you know is temporary. Go where you want cuz when you get back it aint not the same as when you done gone. Nothing is the same cuz you probably hustled out of where you been or think you belong. But really, every day is the same as the day before. Look for money look for food look for someone that's the same as you. As sin peter, he just gets hot. He is feeling like his eyes are on fire and his body is on fire and a part of his leg is on fire. These fires might be infections or who knows. Who cares. They might go away. For a while. Still lookin to the left sin peter sees the bus and a place he can sit and be cool. So hot out. A bus is a place to be cool. Sin peters stuff is huge. His pack is big and smelly. He wants to bring it with him wherever he goes...................