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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