The new york streets that were filled with trash had a somewhat unique glow to them. You could always see the trash from your window or by just staring down at the cracked streets. My name is Harry Wood. I am a lean tall american glad to be a part of our great nation. But my journey to escape the streets of New York was a much tougher venture than combat in Vietnam. I have just introduced myself for no apparent reason. I got in a city bus to go to work. Not everyone in New York has a car you new. Still i question who the hell am i talking to. The seats were filled with one-eyed old woman and fat guys whose armpits are very sweaty. Taggers on one end a two gangsters that seem to be on opposite rival gangs looked away from one another. Buses really do bring people together. The only seat availble was the one in the front. I sat down on the empty cushioning seat. A large obese man came and sat down. My heart was racing as this large obese man started chewing down on a donut while the beads of sweat ran down his cheek. His arms covered with sweat and seemed somewhat sticky cuased a foul odor to sneak out while i was trying to bare the smell. The disgusting odor of human feces also lurked in the air. Both these as a combination would kill a man. I tried my best to stay alive. Finally the bus stopped. But as the obese man tried to get up he stumbled up to the point where he was on the verge to fall. He fell....................on top of me.

Duelpro all your writings make me smile.

Thats all I can really say about them. Most of the time, they don't make much sence. But for what ever reason I can't help but smile at everything you write.. Must be some strange spell you mix into your text or something.