A to B, Story 1

I had stayed later then anticipated at an evening event I attended. It was a Friday.
My strategy of getting back home consisted of taking a route I knew well, at least during the day. However, the first bus I rode had a minor 5 minute delay, which in turn led to me missing a transfer route, which made me wait for one hour for the next bus. No big deal, nothing to be done but wait.

At 10:00 the next bus came by. I stepped in, the smell of marijuana hit me at the door. The brightly lit interior revealed four people plus myself. All of them, except me and, hopefully, the bus driver, apparentlly filled with their personal choice of intoxicating chemicals.

We traveled for a few miles, the bus filled. I am always facinated with humanity, even in its inebriated intoxicated forms. A large gentleman climbed on board and lounged out close to the front. He talked to people as they boarded. I couldn’t hear what he said. Two stops before my final destination a young strung out boy got on. He was complete ego, vicious. The large man said something, the young ego cocked his head and paced in front of the other, spat out threats, moved to the back of the bus, a barrage of unsolicited verbal threats spattering like uncontrolled gunfire to random victims. His focus staid on the large lounging drunk man.

My exit stop came, I walked to the door, right between the large drunk and the vicious youth. Doors opened, I stepped out and down, behind me the angry youths bark of “Mutha....... gonna kill you!” was silenced by the sealing hiss of the closing doors and the growl of the engine as it pulled this box of mobile madness down its destined route. My neighborhood street silently sleeping in front of me.