
He sat like no other. Squatting, leaning against a pole. On top of The Bench. On the curb. Sure he was tripping on heroin, makes it more interesting. He coddled his belly with both hands, slowly shuffling his feet an inch or so at a time. This wait was not for a bus, this was just an intermission to his long day of colors and trails, the monsters were just starting to come out. Best of luck modern day Raiden.