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There in the subway of our hearts and minds watching over until that final day we meet once more for the first time. . . .
The legend of random subway guy (to read it u have to click the bottom of it and press the down arrow) One fine random day, we found ones selvs in the subway aftr the wandering of the city such known as L.A. i found my self pondering upon a young sir in a red sleevd shirt and black vest as well as black pants and boots of some sort reading a mysterious black book with red lettering upon the cover. with him he carried a blue messenger bag and although was not noticed by any othr he somehow stood out to my evr curious eye. he had set himself upon the stairway leading to upper subway ticket purchasing. The subway arrived and as we boarded upon i saw him enter too. my heart lept with anticiption of so many questions. who was he? his name? wat book was that such he read? was that vest of common wear to him? was he the sort to be intrested in such a thing as a man orgy or was he simply metro? of wat age? 20? evr curious i spent minute by minute staring and recievd few glances bak for he had noticed i was peering from behind the seats and othrs upon the vessel. wishing to answer my evr spinning questions i begged to be accompinied and aftr i had an accomplice i requested permission by way of parental and was shot down for instead of giving her a purpose i simply asked to move. having thoughroly pissed off my parental i returnd to that of my post. the book had pictures of canyons and missions from wat i could spy and b4 i had time to creat a plan it was time to depart. we watched as we followed a ways behind until sight was lost and i began my explanation to my parental who said it would have been fine had i explaind xP dying in agony i froze as chills rang down my spine for out of nowhere he had appeared. the prince of public transportation had appeared. it was obvious he knew we had acknowledged him with words for my words ring deeply and generally piss off passerbys. his half smile as he passed by with water and merchandise of nearby convience in said subway told all too well that he knew. too busy turning the color of a fully bloomd flower of bright red i let opportunity fly by as i watched his grace and majesty float by. we got in the yellow transport and he walked on as i was filled with regret and despair. although he walked on his presence remained. forver in our hearts. my mind. my soul. forevr on
and so now i live my life forevr on knowing that if i had only taken one chance, just gotten over one fear, my life would no longer go unaswered and i would have met a guardian. . . . .
