I think I might start doing Bus Blues more often.
Today I was basically sandwiched between every undesirable male in Seattle.
Guy in front of me = Leather, bomber jacket + mullet (with tail gingerly tied with a rubber band)
Guy behind me = Incessent cougher + bad breath
Guy who decided to effing sit next to me = shaggy over grown hair + bad '80s Miami Vice clothes + some weird clear tool box with unidentifiable contents.
UGH... #5 to Downtown you are my own personal hell.
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You write very well.
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