alone, but not
surrounded by friendly strangers
willing to talk
content to sit in companionable silence
sharing a flame
    a smoke
        a joint

a happy combination of preps and goths
    hippies and jocks
        students and slackers
class dispersed
mingling, contemplating
being one with each other

collectively avoiding the freaks
the ones who talk to themselves
    the walls
        thier cigarettes
playing hopscotch with the cracks in the cement

wielding liquor
    or threatening
to get over the trauma of that ruined life
the collected mass waits for the smell
        of piss and cheap alcohol
to disipate

conversations gradually point in other directions
as the atmosphere returns to it's interupted stupor