i got off work yesterday and didn't want to wait 45 minutes for the bus, so i decide to walk home from millegeville. now those not familiar with saint john might be tempted to say, "well big deal, you neede the excersize anyway there, chunks". but it's a damn far walk. 1:30:00 to be exact.
and i realised something...walking without music is hell. fucking hell.
not that i didn't enjoy the sun and sights, but traffic is a poor substitute for tunes. walking along, i was thirsty and had no light for my cigarettes so i stopped at a store to ask for matches, and realized i didn't have any money for water. the man didn't have any matches, and after seeing the exasperated look on my face and noticing my tattoos, started to spark up conversation. i told him of my mission to walk uptown and of trains (he asked...) he smiled and gave me a lighter and two bottles of water and sent me on my way.
people surprise the hell out of me sometimes.
the walk home inspired me more than ever to start taking more pictures. there is so much obscure beauty all around if people would only take the time to look.
or forget their bus money, so they have to walk.