Anyway, she got on the bus and cracked open a can of bourbon and coke when she sat down near me.
The best way I could think of to describe it would be someone who used to be addicted to crack and has recovered, but the damage is slow in reversing. She wasn't pretty by any means, she was middle aged, wearing clothes for a woman about half her age, with some reddish dye streaked through her frazzled blonde hair. Now we stop at a shopping centre and a few folks get on, and one of them caught my eye. I was sitting on the bus back to my place from uni, I don't have a license you see, plus there's always a few chicks you can check out as you ride.
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