Spending Your Thousand Dollar LifePosted: March 29, 2011
I step over a pile of green mucus the person in front of me hawked on the ground and board the bus. Body odors and foul air greet me, the stench of the unbrushed and unwashed.
I’m the only fair skinned one on this bus and I stick out like an alien with purple polka dots.
I’m traveling to a rural town called “Spirit Mountain” and when I arrive, I do sense the spirits, the long time resident ghosts who have kept this place in darkness….