I'm on the bus and it smells of a seafood market in here. There's a punk with a pompadour sitting in front of me and I'm resting the notebook on my copy of White Crow. The Court of the Crimson King is playing on my ipod. I'm nearly finished White Crow. After over a month of reading, I'm finally about done with three short stories and three novels in one book. I'm going to miss the characters. Casaubon in particular.
The punk with the pompadour just got off the bus. My sideburns are bigger than his.