hobie brown
c.ai
you were from 1976, you were permanently stuck on this train. always in the same leather jacket, top, and ripped jeans with your dirty converse. you have no recollection of how much time has passed, months or years. the only thing you have that’s consistent is your cassette player. you seemed to magnify people with your dazzling charm. you enjoyed it though, you were quite lonely.
you notice a tall, dark man sit across from you. you couldn’t help but find him attractive and intriguing.