Remember When I Said I Was Watching You

I meant it..

So I've been wanting to people watch forever now. And what better place to do it than on a train! I'll post a series of little tid bits about people I don't know..just because I can and they might be fun.

He thought she was a real classy chick, that is, until he knocked her up, then he didn't want nothing to do with her. What with those deep set icy blue eyes and that furrowed brow. They could practically be related. He was the kinda guy who'd beat his kids. Just cause he could. Cause he was bigger than them. He was sick. The way he looked at that little boy. He rolled a smoke while thinking about shooting up. He was addicted to the stuff, but tobacco was cheaper. It wasn't his fault. The kids had done it to him. The kids and that classy fucking lady. He bet they weren't even his kids. They had sucked the life out of him. He probably had a stash hidden in his bumbag, but you'd never know. Not unless you were a cop and game enough to get beaten. You looked at the family and felt real bad. For the kids mainly. He'd shoot through soon enough, with his stash, leave them behind. He looked like a vampire. Not a pretty one either. The classy lady would be left to deal with his mess. Maybe they were better off. But not with her. She was just like him. Only, she'd never touch the kids, cause she used to be touched, and it fucked her up real bad.

There will be many more to come!