[h2]Levi DiCaliente - 3094 Persimmons Way[/h2]

Levi finished the last few remaining Cheez-Its in the box, feeling less than full; he had estimated that there was roughly ten of the miniature cheese squares left, but that was only an estimate and he was still hungry.

Regardless, he washed his hands under the lukewarm tap, removing any artificial cheese residue before glancing over at the clock for a time estimate; noticing the lack thereof. In a flurry, he made his way out the front door to the bus stop as usual; humming to the same old song.

[center][b]Rootless:[/b]
♪ running with my Roots pulled up,
So they could cut me free of love
I’m rootless, I’m rootless
Dragging my roots though the snow
No ‘home sweet’ and no ‘sweet home’
I’ve got nowhere else to go
I’m rootless, I’m rootless ♪ [/center]

Before he knew it, he had arrived at the bus stop; taking a seat on the bench as he waited for its arrival. He shivered a bit as he sat alone on the bench; it was a rather cool autumn morning which wasn’t the ideal situation for a man without a jacket, but he was grateful that it wasn’t winter or snowing – at least not yet, he knew that lurking around the corner was cooler days and nights; which didn’t particularly excite him.
A few minutes of internal dialogue later, the bus came to a creaky stop as the driver pushed the doors open; it had been a few month since the lever for the door had busted – it was rumored some drunk had jammed it back in September or so.

Levi climbed aboard the bus, making his way toward the back where nobody would bother him; he usually was up for some awkward social interaction with the typical old women or tourists whom rode upon the train; it was almost soothing for him to listen to other people, it was the only thing that reminded him that he was still here.

[b]Chhhh…[/b]

The bus driver put the vehicle in gear, easing off the break ever so slightly as the bus made its usual stop to the Main Street Strip.

[i]I just hope AJ doesn’t bring up the missing gin.[/i]