Life on the Bus

Hey guys,

One thing that most of my friends don't seem to understand about me is that I actually enjoy taking the bus. They just don't get how I am able to get around so easily without a car. I think it's quite simple actually. Besides the occasional bus malfunction and break down, or sitting next to the smelly person, or sitting in front of the guy that is always yelling profanities, or sitting on something gooey that the kid before you didn't finish eating, or not getting a seat at all because the bus is that packed, or missing your stop because you fell asleep, or being late to work because the bus never showed up, it’s a very enjoyable experience.

I have been taking the bus since I was 11 years old, so I know my ins and outs on the art of busing it. Every single day I do my thing on that very enjoyable bus ride. I leave my house 15 minutes before the bus is schedule to arrive. I usually arrive about 5 minutes before take off, just the right amount of time for me to smoke a cigarette. Assuming the bus is on time; I get in, pay my $1.25, sit back, enjoy the ride, and prepare myself for the day's adventures.

On the bus, I listen to my iPod and read my book. I hate to say this, but driving doesn't really offer those types of accommodations. I mean, sure you can listen to music in the car, but you cant really close your eyes and pretend you're Posh Spice and really get into "Spice Up Your Life" without getting a ticket. When riding on the bus, my only worry is that crazy woman talking to herself that looks like she wants to kick you in the neck. I don't have to worry about incoming traffic, stupid drivers, stupid pedestrians, not to mention the care and maintenance of having a car. I think everyone should take the bus.

Like I said before, my best reading is always done on the bus. When school is in session, my best studying is done on the bus. I read my text books, novels, magazines, the graffiti on the bus, Lindze's twitters, the newspaper, and poems. I just have to be kind of selective in my reading materials; I can't seem to read anything sad. Like when Harry Potter's friend Mad Eye Moody died, I was balling like a baby, and before I knew it, I was the crazy person on the bus that everyone was blogging about!

Maybe one day I will tire of the bus and decide to get a car. I'm sure that will be a completely different experience for me. Maybe I'll even enjoy it more. Who knows? Can't knock it 'till you've tried it, I guess. For now I am quite content on taking that enjoyable ride, sans the crazy, smelly folks, on that big orange bus. Until next time my friends.

Love Always,

The Marlos