smokes arrival

The air was cold as smoke stepped off the bus. All around him people were rushing and arguing trying to find thier luggage as it poured on to the platform from the c apartments under the huge looming vehicle. He could here a mixture of Spanish and English filling the  air. As he adjusted his back pack on his shoulders he watched his breath leave his lips white and thick. As he walked out the depot he basked in the familiar sense of not knowing what to expect from this town. Walking over to a blue buss stop he sat next to an old man of the streets. cloudy eyes, dusty dirty skin and the smell of decay, sour with a mixture of alcohol tinted sweat. He pulled out a cigarette and offered one to the old main who gratefully took it with a smile of gratitude and a few indistinguishable mumbles.
"where are you from boyyyy?" the old man slurred.
 "nowhere. everywhere. you?"
"same, all these streets are the same. my only home is in the bottom of a bottle." he chuckled. 
Smoke finished off his cigarette then flicked it in the street watching the busses heavy tire extinguish the burning filter as it rolled lazily over it. Always one bus to another smoke thought. As the streets rolled by he began to take the scene in. He had been here before, once4 long ago with Rae. He remembered the nights they spent roaming through down town stopping to eat at every tiny hole in the wall they could find. licking the chili from each others fingers as they bit in to drenched tacos, the soups they would imagine were made by Chinese magicians, and the strong curries made by men the same skin tone as Rae.

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[Bard Constantine]

Nice bit of memory/flashback here. You quickly create a moody scene of noir shadings. A shame there's not more...