Goodbye, weird trash can. Goodbye, faded, black pole. Goodbye, newspaper man with the creepy smile. Goodbye Black Bean. Ok, maybe Black Bean didn't need a goodbye. I loved their coffee, and I sure as hell would be stopping by there again. And now that I thought about it, I also would still pass by this road to school; so, this definitely wouldn't be the last I'd be seeing of weird trash can, faded black pole, and yeah, newspaper man with the creepy smile. But this would be the last time I'd stop here for a particular grey-eyed boy to run over from his usual waiting position beside Black Bean; the last time Hawk Gary Moose and I would ride to school together; the last time we'd ever be together. Alright, that last part was just me being overly dramatic. I watched now as he jogged ov
