Ive been here for an hour and 10 minutes now.
The smell of doritos, Tim Hortons, and Axe bodyspray sting my nostrils. The sense of shame and regret splashes across most faces.
To some in this line, standing for over an hour is tantamount to an olympic event. Ive seen things in this line that i wasnt ready to see ever, let alone on a Tuesday night while leaning against a Body Works Apple Cinnamon body scrub display.
My life as I know it is over. I will die here, I have come accept that. My only hope is that my trophies live on long after I am but minerals in Mother Gaia's busom.