Trax

I was on my way to foothill and thought I would save my legs a bit and hop on trax to get to "church" with Corbett, Brett, Alex, and Corrin. I put my bike next to the machine that spews out tickets then picked the seat closest to my bike, picked up where I left off in The First and Third by Neil Cassady while I waited a strong odor filled my nose, and after a few pages I looked around only to find a present from the night before someone left the commuters of Salt Lake. It was probably a wild Saturday night for somebody..