bus

I’m standing in the bus and I remember I hate standing in busses. The black chick in front of me almost shoves her hair into my face. She smells like dry paint. There’s an open seat behind me but no one wants to sit there because there’s a drooling hobo sitting next to it. He looks embarrassed, which makes this moment the first time I’ve ever seen an embarrassed bum. Traffic’s a bitch. Outside it snows like it’s the apocalypse and then the hobo farts. I prefer the smell of dry paint. Two kids, old enough to use the potty but young enough to forget, are jumping into each other all the time. They block one of the doors. At the next stop, they keep an old man from hopping on. He looks frightened at the two hyperactive black kids and backs away, crawling back into the bus stop shelter. The bus starts moving again and I look at the old man and I think he’s crying. A second later I realize it’s just a snowflake melting. I turn my head. The black chick’s hair tickles me. I wonder if it’s her shampoo that smells of dry paint, or if she just hasn’t washed her hair since she renovated her apartment with her lover. Those were good times, the chick must think, and she rubs her hand over her belly. She probably doesn’t know her man is doing an anorexic gypsy with a strap-on dildo. Shit, I’ve come to the point I’m inventing stories about randoms. Where am I? Fuck, still a long way to go. The parents of the hyperactive monsters don’t pay attention to their offspring. Or to eachother. They stare in front of them, into the hypnotizing snow. The woman probably wonders who her first client of the day will be, and the man remembers the time he almost emigrated to Detroit to pursue a professional career in hip hop. If Greg hadn’t been involved in a car accident he would’ve done it. But now he had to take care of his brother, which is why he couldn’t run away from his pregnant prostitute wife. Fuck Greg. The kids have started to bang their heads against each other. I scratch my balls. Because of that, the back of my hand rubs the black chicks ass. I immediately get a hard-on. I take away my hand and discretely turn my pelvis so that my cock and her ass connect. Fuck me this is hot. The bus stops again, the doors open and she pushes the kids away and gets off. Damnit. I look at the prostitute and lose my erection. This bus is taking too long.