He wasn’t sure if it was the torn, beat-up seat he was sitting on. Perhaps it was the potholes in the road that the bus was forced to navigate. It was possible that it was the crazed degenerate who was currently leaning against him so that he could down a bottle of Shipwright Samuel while screaming about vampires trying to steal his hair. Whatever the reason, Damian was certain that the bus was never fun to ride and was therefore quite excited when the bus slowed at his stop, so that he could quickly hop off before he could hear what it was that the vampires intended to do with said hair.
Damian looked up at the apartment complex, letting out a heavy breath. He never enjoyed coming here, but he made sure to do it once a week. While not actually his father, Pop Pop had taught Damian everyt
