Riding the bus

It was a week ago that I killed my car. Involuntary carslaughter to be more specific. A beaut of a wreck, by anyone's standards; pushed the radiator right into my lap. Not an easy thing to do in a Volvo. So, now for the time being; I'm bussing it. A close up and personal look at humanity.

I'm a student of human moves. All forms of people get on the bus. And as far as I can see, most of them get off. I look into their faces and wonder about their thoughts. I look at all the white headphones and can quickly see why Apple's stock has taken off. Free transfers are distributed liberally, ensuring anyone can ride as many busses as they can in the span of three hours. How cool is that.

The bus picks me up 3 blocks from my house and drops me off a block from where I perform at Pike Place Market. During the 25 minute drive, I ease drop on conversations. I was surprised how many people seem to know each other on the bus. Mini superficial relationships are formed, but I doubt these people would invite their bus friends to their next party. I heard a conversation the other day between two tattoo clad, nipple pierced, generation X'ers. It went something like this. "So where's Millie? I haven't seen her lately?" "She overdosed on heroin." "Really! Bummer. . . is she OK?" "Yeah, she said it was her best OD yet." "That's cool."

The world is a never changing bucket of puke. All sorts of colors and textures, blanket the world we live in. As I sit near the front of the bus with my two wheeler, loaded with my street performing rig, I watch and listen. I soak it all in as I read my book, "The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay". I'll post more about it as I get further. For now, I'll just keep taking the bus, reading and watching the novel of my own life unfold.