It's not the worst way to go once you know what to expect. It's all the people who aren't rich enough for Amtrak or airfare and aren't bothered enough to care how they get to wherever it is they're going. And when they start talking, and they always do, you find that each of them has a story they want to tell. Everyone, no matter how young or old, has some lesson they want to teach. And I sit there and listen and learn all about life from people who have no idea how to live it. Nobody knows how to just shut the fuck up and look out the window anymore.
The bathrooms are tiny and filthy and you have no choice but to piss all over yourself when the bus swerves, but the streetlights look like blurred stars exploding in the window when it rains at night, and you can sleep knowing that if there's an accident and everyone on the bus dies it wasn't your fault.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
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