The place is fuckin' packed, or maybe it's just the fact that it's so much junk packed into such a limited space, but all the jumble and the noise puts me immediately on edge. I stick close to them, just like promised, even reaching out to hand onto a sleeve or whatever's handy when we have to move through a particularly congested section. It doesn't smell any better than the train cars, not really, even the parts that are open air feel close and stuffy. The air's oily and heavy here, sticking on my skin and the folds of my clothes. Inside my nose and in my hair.
But there's food and there's booze, so it's not a complete bust. I follow along, keeping my chin high and my eyes ahead, and try not to think about how strange it is to have people look at me the way they are. I'd gotten used to being... an upstanding member of fuckin' society. I got spoiled and stupid, and now, I find myself floundering, trying to figure out how to handle myself.
I can't help be really fuckin' grateful I'm not alone.
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The place is fuckin' packed, or maybe it's just the fact that it's so much junk packed into such a limited space, but all the jumble and the noise puts me immediately on edge. I stick close to them, just like promised, even reaching out to hand onto a sleeve or whatever's handy when we have to move through a particularly congested section. It doesn't smell any better than the train cars, not really, even the parts that are open air feel close and stuffy. The air's oily and heavy here, sticking on my skin and the folds of my clothes. Inside my nose and in my hair.
But there's food and there's booze, so it's not a complete bust. I follow along, keeping my chin high and my eyes ahead, and try not to think about how strange it is to have people look at me the way they are. I'd gotten used to being... an upstanding member of fuckin' society. I got spoiled and stupid, and now, I find myself floundering, trying to figure out how to handle myself.
I can't help be really fuckin' grateful I'm not alone.