The bus.
In a different state, at a different time in my life, all the freaks used the bus. You'd find spiked out punks frenching dogs in the back, while old drunks preach the word at 11 decibels in the front. People with hangovers are in the middle.
This hasn't changed much.
But it does get to be more than that if you pay attention.
Today I met a doctor, a Spaniard, and a man from the Bronx. In small town USA.
22.08.2005
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