Wednesday PM

All aboard! Stop 2 on the route and the bus is already jam packed
with cal train refugees...and mother of god the smell of feces!!! A
free scientology film ticket is lying on the ground. I wonder if its
owner will be disappointed. But I am also wondering who stepped in
shit. A collction of the usual suspect have boarded. Folks that are
normally spotted on the morning commute huddling in the back of the
bus, sheltered from the stockton st madness. Upon further inspection
the scientology ticket does not bear a date or film restriction. And
the token uber traumatic life cell phone talker is loudly relating
some set of horror stories that include the words "restraining order",
"coma", "step-children", "spa retreat" and "oh my god". Tooth pulled
today so I will be alighting one stop later than usual to procure some
pain alleviation.

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Tuesday PM

A lovely bum fight featuring the popular elementary school game of slap and tickle has broken out on the bus. Outstanding.

Tuesday AM

1 bus. 2 bus. 3 bus. 4 bus. 5 bus. Finally 6 bus stops to collect
passengers and I will be late to work in spite of dragging my carcas
up early. "Excuse me mr" on the ipod queued perfectly as guy puts his
nuts on my shoulder. Fuck you MUNI.

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Monday AM

The man sitting next to me, who curiously looks like tommy chong
during his 70s show tenure, has removed a small square from the paper
he is reading and studied it intently. The square featured a small
segment on a greyhound bus accident and a grey sidebar on mike
huckabee. He has folded it neatly and placed it in his pocket and I am
curious which newsworthy item he treasures. He has since become deeply
absorbed in the oscar fashion revue. The usualy yelling to clear the
doors ensues. Todays crowd is apparently headed south of market as the
usual post-tunnel disembarkment doesn't occur.

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Wednesday PM

There are a bunch of ne'er do wells out and about tonight and I am
pretty sure they were all on my bus and the bart. Also I hope the
hopped up crackhead who either wanted to kill me or steal my beat up
suitcase full of high heels runs into the long arm of the law tonight.
You sir are an asshole and an excellent reminder of why crack is
indeed wack.

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Wednesday AM

Raining over half the city, crossing south of market suddenly there is
sun. Bus is packed end to end and there have been a lot of shouts of
"MOVE" as people try to wiggle through the masses at their stop.
Dripping umbrellas everywhere.

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Tuesday PM

The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round.
And stuff.

Cruising on the dirty 30 anticipating a transfer to the 45 at union.
The bus seems to have lost electricity about 6 times already. The
driver must be getting some service area inquiries as he has announced
the route about 6 times as well. The bus dies and shudders to life
again. Add rain, red light, repeat.

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Tuesday AM

The man stansing in front of me is small and somewhat effeminate in
features. His umbrella is dripping on me and his fly is halfway open.
I kind of want to zip it from him but mostly out of the selfish desire
to not have to consider the situation anymore.

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Thursday

Work from home day due to illness. Decided to spare the people of the bus my whooping cough, if only for one day.

Wednesday PM

The 5pm bus. An abandonded 30 is causing minor traffic pattern issues
in the middle of 3rd street. Lots of hustle and bustle and a gentleman
who isn't interested in paying incurs the wrath of the muni driver.
Our freeloader makes his way to the back of the bus while swinging a
loaf of rye bread about in the hopes of the bus driver just giving up
but to no avail; he then parks himself in a front seat. Many people
scurry off the bus to board the one that has appeared behind it most
likely in fear that this standoff with be a long one. Their fears are
unfounded and the guy darts off the bus suddenly and attempts to board
the one that people had escaped to. And we haven't even crossed market
yet.

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Wednesday AM

Bus is a steamy zoo. People have crammed themselves into a variety of
nooks; holding on to sometheing doesn't seem necessary since there is
a human pillow to catch anyone who falls. Progress down stockton is
leisurely at best, every stop sees the people who left the bus
replaced with 5 more. The guy sitting next to me seems keen of seeing
what I am doing on my phone; I return the favor and stare at his. He
keeps opening and then shutting the browser, unsure of what to do
with it perhaps. Bus almost kills someone on a scooter...breaks
slammed on. One woman is putting on a full face of makeup...apparently
she has done this before as she has not smeared eyeliner all over her
face. A rather vocal and somewhat crazed lookibg woman has boarded
with her equally vocal gentleman friend. After yelling at everyone to
move back they begin to gossip about a skinhead, that mexican dude,
and the woman in the real nice dress. The woman holds her head and
mumbles about the crowded bus, her compainion continues his agrieved
dialouge hovering and fidgeting. They depart at folsom and meander on
their way.

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Tuesday PM

Sprinted to catch the bus to avoid hanging at the stop with the guy
peeing on a nearby tree. Soma st night is full of grace. The bus has
the smell of fetid hershey bar and is full without being crowded.
Folks heading home from work or school or the gymj lots of spandex and
sneakers and some guy engrossed in spreadsheet work on his computer.
Confused looking guy hold onto the backdoor trying to sneak on just
before the tunnel. The driver is having none of that and starts
shouting. The guy decides to sit next to and partially on top of me.
Joy. Fetid hershey bars and malted hooch. We talk politics for a
couple of stops... He wants to email H and point out some rather valid
campaign flaws. He thinks huckabee is a sick bastard and gives me an
update on the potomac primary and then hops off the bus and wanders
off into the park.

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Tuesday AM

The buses are running few and far apart today, though the 41s looked
plentiful. The denizens of the financial district apparently have
lobbying power aplenty. No dirty 30s were in sight as we plodded down
Stockton resulting in a premium on space and a discussion with
passengers at each stop on how the doors do not close while they are
hanging out of the bus preventing them from closing. I assume that
the majority of perpetrators hanging out of the bus not only ride it
everyday but have received this lecture on more thabone occassion. In
spite of mass disembarckments (is that a word?) at each stop after the
tunnel the bus remains crowded though peaceful and unusually cheerful.
Many with faces buried in mobile devices or chatting softly on the
phone, a few looking totally numb anf resigned. Weather is sunny and
low 50s.

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Monday AM

The morning started on the fidi yuppie encrusted 41 but was quickly
remedied at Columbus. There is a man drinking packets of duck sauce
outside of a popular produce market on stockton. At least I assume
its popular since it rushed by a small regiment of 1 block bus riders
in need of acquiring some pink bags. Why do people ride the bus only
one stop on Stockton? Its one thing if the bus is arriving just as
you arrive at a stop but in the time you waited you could have walked.

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Friday - AM

Cold foggy day, estimated outside temp of 50 degrees. Lots of coffee cups on the bus today, especially in the back half where the large purses are gossiping and the cool dude in his suit is sporting shades. Chinatown was mellow until jackson and even now the sam urgeny and insanity of the previous two mornings is gone. A faint odor yeast and meat, meast I reckon, is escaping the small pink bags. A man with a nail clipper on his key chain is biting then cutting cuticles. Good thing he is prepared. Medium sized exodus at market, replaced equally. Jollibee advertisin 5$ gift card for chickenjoy. People are actually eating some kind of fried breakfat in there, but fortunately there is no transfat.
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Thursday

Board @ Sutter and Kearny. Wait time 20 minutes watching two dirty 30s and an accomodating 3 cruise by. Surprisingly crowded given the hour of day but little to report. Folks in the new balance store looked enthralled to be given a lecture on a new sneaker foam. No one making eye contact, most looking ready to get the hell home. Wondering if frequent exposure to public transportation makes me less susceptible to superstrains of bacteria that I am pretty sure are lurking at my gym.

The 45

Every morning I take the 45 from my abode in Russian Hill to my office near the ball park. In the evening I take it back home.