It was like what he always imagined. new faces but old stories. as if his whole universe had gone through a makeover! well not necessarily to make it prettier. but to change it, to give it a facelift! some parts he could recognize immediately; hot burger was now borger hut! he sure was going to miss it. no, not the things that had not happened yet, not new rides
and new dramas but the things he took for granted. the endless nights on roads, the laughters and talks and the every other seconds of it that he thought would last forever.
looked around, took a glimpse at the stranger in the mirror staring right into his eyes! his eyes looked tired at the early hour. he was dressed in a worn dirty denims, his shirt crumpled from his drive. his short hair dishevelled , his jaw unshaven for days, stress lines and a bump on his forehead. he looked more closely trying to find a familiar face, trying to recognize the picture in the mirror. but alas, he didnt know the guy in the mirror anymore.
it was just not him!