I like to see what books people are reading on the light rail, but I also like just people-watching. I've seen a couple people recently who have stayed with me and who may end up in something I write one day.
One was this dude, talking to himself, slightly cross-eyed, who had chickenwire wrapped around his head and ears.
There was the kid thrown off the train for not wearing a shirt.
The drunken couple that fell down on the train, made out on the train, then exited on Apache Road near a row of seedy motels.
The mother who rides each day for two stops with her son and daughter; the kids are always dressed in school uniforms.
The man who shouted scientific words, formulas, and science jargon to no one in particular.