a short film by jocelynrcperennialhug
When a bike is stolen, and a car breaks down…public transit (metro) is the only way to go. And there is always magic involved. This is a story about fate. It’s kind of cheesy, but sometimes that’s all right.
Driver was in a great mood. I’m in a great mood. :)
Sleepy time.
Being a nutjob on the subway
(via brentmurray)
Today’s commute fueled by red bull and music by The Eels.
I think sitting on one of the sideway seats on the bus is messing with my equilibrium.
Sunday funday. Enjoying the breeze.
Last Train Home
On Top Of The WORLD
