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Diane hurriedly trudges down the steep subway stairs in her black leather pumps. “Excuse me! Pardon me!”, she hollers, going against the current of folks who are also rushing to get home. Even after a double shift of endless standing and serving customers, tonight she finds the steps least troublesome for she couldn’t care less. What matters is that she gets home before morning comes. It is her one and only daughter’s 6th birthday after all. There she was, running with a boxed birthday cake in hand to catch the last ride of the Despon.

Daisies, grass strewn all around. Roots crawling out from ventilators. Vines suspended in a curtain-like manner over the door, or perhaps where the door used to be. The handrails, still reminiscent of every hand, every palm, every finger that had been there. Looking towards the left, the worn-down buttons in the crew compartment are covered with dust and the metal rims have turned a rustic orange. Shattered glass from the windshield either laying on the floor or half-embedded in the linoleum. Each shard reflects a past memory, granting a memoir of every person to have taken the midnight ride on the Despon.

@caddowski appreciation post! Some clips from the vault of one of the best dudes I know. So stoked we gots to cruise together from NY to Miami and even some places in between. You the illus Dave! I wanna say 2007, could be a year off in either direction. #vx1000 #DITT #DIGGINGINTHETAPES #LOTM #LastOfTheMohicans (at South Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/B_TZY4YFrSS/?igshid=1og7b2u4pj011