Tuesday, February 12, 2008

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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