adventures with bus stop trash
the variety of people who take public transportation in the suburbs make riding the bus either really interesting or scary. not scary like you're going to get killed (contrary to what the bus stop trash want you to think) but more in the way that makes you want to weep for the future. i've been walking home a lot lately but was forced today to take the welfare wagon home due to a poor choice of footwear. i got lung cancer and a bunch of STD's in the process of waiting for my bus. it always amazes me to see little kids smoking and doing other "bad" things. especially when it's people that can be "saved", like jorge. sorry about the excessive use of quotation marks. i just want to grab him by the shoulders and shake him and tell him, in spanish of course, that smoking only looks cool in turner classic movies.
posted by erin at 6:13 PM
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oh jorge. it breaks my heart to see someone so pure, happy, and asexual waste away in groups of disposable, but not recyclable (therefore bad for the environment), garbage-like people. i mean, his parents illegally immigrated across the border so that he can have a better life instead of making shoes for 40 cents a day for Nike and he's just throwing it all away.
you were taped to a basketball and floated across the pacific so you didn't have to say, "me love you long time," to white businessmen on trips, frankie. now you search them out instead of doing physics.
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