Metropass Jailbird
So today on the C-Train I met a guy who was fresh out of prison, for failing to produce a valid token to the Train Cops. “Nice boots,” he said, after sitting down next to me. “Looks like they’re good for riding.” “Thanks, that what I use them for.” I said, eyeing him up. There was something nervous and juvenile looking about him – though I guessed his age to be somewhere in the late twenties. Part of it was the baseball cap, but there was something about his posture. He fidgeted a bit as the conversation died down, then...
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