near dawn on the N207.

[__skk]

i guess it sounded like a wet lettuce being thrown at a wall. then there was a stillness in the bus, the silence only broken by the sound of passing cars and distant sirens.

i was still pretty high at the time so i did my best not to do anything. when i accidentally looked back everything appeared alright. the shouting had stopped at least.

the brisk walk home from the bus-stop was refreshing.