Monday PM

Dirty 30. Pretty sure those sounds i heard were the exhaust going
since the entire back half of the bus is sitting an carbon monoxide
inspired lethargy. Though that may just be the delivery vehicles
strewn about stockton. The bus is sparsely populated and the bus
driver seems to be enjoying a game of human dominoes anytime he gets
the chance.

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Friday PM

I escaped work a little early with the intention of getting in a bike
ride and some fresh albeit foggy air before a late happy hour. The bus
is already busting at the seams and scented with the cotton candy
sweetness of strippers. I dont see any clear heels peeking from the
mass but im pretty sure they must be incognito. The usual battle for
the backdoor begins at market. I am going to hunker down and go to a
happy place.

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