You’re a demon from hell
Some of the strangest people hop on the bus: we all know that. I was taking the 16 from the University to downtown Minneapolis around lunch hour, and as I got on I looked around. No one too strange, except this busy-looking woman, 50-ish, with a small duffel bag, who was sitting in a handicapped seat writing on paper towels. I sat down directly across from her. Continue reading ‘You’re a demon from hell’
