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i stumble, alone, in the bright lights of the city. get to the train station-- i've always had a certain affinity for train stations. i like the idea of different people going all different places. i like the desperation, the blunt reality of the place. here, there are 3 asians looking for ass, a nonoffensive college couple and a homeless woman. ryan adams is my ears (Love is Hell, pt. 2), purple marks are my neck, and drugs are my brain. i illegally smoke a cigarette and think to myself: hey, things aren't that bad.