RTD KILLERS

rTD KILLERS – a collage of images. these pics were found online.

We’d gather by the bus stops, by the dozens. Time was of the essence; time was limited. Then a frenzy would crest: “Here it comes,” someone would blurt out. Hearts raced within our chests, adrenaline spiking wildly. There they were, the lumbering beasts ferrying the living through the dying city, appearing amid the mirage flickering off the tarmac—a wave of shimmering light distorting the city and the buses. Here they come!

They’d roll up, hissing, smelling of hot rubber, fumes, and cityness—a mixture of mechanical, animal-like funk. The buses kicked up grit along with a blast of hot wind that buffeted our bodies, making our clothes flap against our skin. Hands gripped markers, meanstreaks, cans, scribers—whatever was available, used wherever it could be.

And then, a technicolor flash of animated motion: hands swirling and scrawling over the surfaces of the lumbering beast. Out of my peripheral vision, I could see them; they were also swinging their arms wildly, marking and leaving their signature along with mine. A rush of action. And then, as quickly as she came, she left once more, that lumbering beast now carrying a little of me with her to show off to the rest of the city.

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