Once again I’m on a bus and once again I’m
totally bitchowski.
First I snap at the local girl who is
nattering away behind me. Then I grab the finger of the bus attendant, who’s
got the balls to wake me up by poking my head! In a minute, even without
opening my other eye, I tell him “If you touch my head again I’ll beat you up!”
Then I yank the seat back - hard. Moreover my feet are cramped, I’m too tall
for this shit.
Meanwhile at the end of the three minute
break I don’t chuck my half finished smoke. I get on the bus still lit up like
it’s the most normal thing in the world and the bus attendant just has to chat
me up. “Maam, you can not smoke in the bus!” the dude’s aghast and in hot
pursuit. I blow smoke right into his skull because of the requirements of being
passive aggressive. He is mostly saying “you can’t smoke on the bus” but I
convince him it isn’t even lit and he’s gone. Eventually I put the cigarette
back in its pouch not to waste it. I’m too agog to roll up blunt again in every 30-second breaks…
Afterwards I was chanting Rudraksha to calm
down and the guy next to me starts rubbing. Me, I start to staring back up at
him as I -already- build entire nature of the globe. In the end he has to leave his seat
and moves to the back. Now I am the only person on the bus stretched out on two
seats.
To be honest I don’t like to keep going
places. I mean it’s an ordeal to be a
traveler until you’ve got to wherever you’re headed. See, I am too fussy for
this shit too. Even if it’s that place just over here I can’t sleep the night
before. Because I’m at pains to get to the gate six hours before if it’s a
flight and three hours for a bus. I don’t like missing a boat I’ve already paid
for. Also I am not good person in morning. I need loads of time in the morning. You
know I have to drink that Turkish coffee, man.
I have to take a shower. I have to smoke. Shouldn’t speak to anyone in
the morning even the birds shouldn’t warble. So if someone comes along and
starts interfering (moooorning) I get a panic attack. Rather it’s “get well
soon miss bitchowski.”
Not every time, but unless I pop two valium I need to beg the forgiveness of every encounter on my journey...
I mean day and
night and day and night and day and nig...
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