Thursday, April 03, 2008

Spadina streetcar, 1 1/2 seats

Caucasian male, late 20s, very tall, wearing blue knit cap, light blue hoodie, and green jacket with red and white cross-stitching on the arms. He puts the book down every few minutes to crack his knuckles and look out the window.

Into the Wild, by Jon Krakauer (Anchor)

Page 174:
Walking past the moose bones, I approach the vehicle and step through an emergency exit at the back.
The longest she'd ever spent locked in a car was at the drive in with her father. A film about a group of scientists stuck at the bottom of the ocean played on the screen. A watery monster slid like slick silver through the submarine making its way toward the toes of the mechanic. Her father shifted in his seat, an old spine injury ignited that morning when he hitched the trailer to their car, filling it with massive bags of ice. She looked back through the rear window, the tarp tightened, and wondered if she was the only kid at school who double dated with her dad and a 120 lb buck.

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