The homeless man stepped on the crowded bus. The front of the bus erupted when his smell hit. That wall of…shitsmell. Truly unbelievable, and so immediate!
“Don’t let him on! Don’t let him on!” They yelled at the driver, who too, was visibly repulsed, yet did anyway. I’d never come close to a smell this bad. This pathetic fuckin’ guy walking around, living like this, utterly, completely, a pariah. What an awful, terrible life he must have.
His hair was matted, and his clothes had taken a dirt brown tint. He was holding two boxes. He was smiling in a way denoting confusion; unsure of what was happening, unsure of another course other than getting on the bus. He wore an absent smile for those yelling at and because of him.
People were yelling and moving away from him, from the smell, as he smiled that innocent half-smile. So fucking humiliating-he had no idea. Way too painful-gotta get away. I had to get off.
Walking down Colfax became much heavier. That poor wretch. I watched the bus continue its slow, westerly progress. The guy on the bench to my left turned all the way around to stare as I walked by John Elway’s Auto Nation. It was after 11:00 p.m. and the temperature still hovered near 90, sunrise still many hours away.
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