four bites and all you could hear was us swallowing and breathing.
At one point Carson Block put his Whopper with cheese down and asked me how old I was. I told him I was fourteen and he told me I looked younger. He was like “You look about twelve. Or eleven maybe.”
Then he started talking about how these days most kids look older than their age. He said it was because of all the chemicals in the cows and the “hormones and whatnot.”
I told him I really was fourteen and then he didn’t say anything else and he watched a country-western music channel on TV and finished his Whopper with cheese and then he went into the bathroom and brushed his teeth and came back out and watched some more country videos and fell asleep with his clothes on.
I eventually fell asleep in the other bed but I watched some more videos first. One was about this blond guy walking in the desert. He comes across an island oasis with tropical fruit drinks and a live mariachi band and this hot skeezer in a turquoise bikini. The whole thing turns out to be a mirage and the singer drops to his knees and finishes the song while the sun is setting and the skeezer in the bikini turns into a prickly green cactus. After that it was like a switch got turned off in my head and I fell asleep in my clothes too. I even tied my hoodie under my chin. I’m not sure why.
Hang on I’ll be right back. . . .
P check it out so the driver just pulled the bus over to the side of the road and we had to get off because some weird guy sitting near the front thought we had a gas leak. “We got a leak!” he kept turning around and pleading with everyone. He had a face like a cartoon. The bus driver made us walk like a hundred feet away while he disappeared under the bus and assessed the problem. Cars were mad zooming by us and the weird paranoid guy couldn’t stand still and the sky was sort of churning like it was going to rain again and a cop even stopped to ask what was going on so it was pretty tense. The cop made me more paranoid than the weird guy. I thought he was going to come over and question everybody but he didn’t he just hung near the bus driver and nodded a lot with his arms folded.
I wound up bumming a cigarette from the black woman with the pink shower cap who got on the bus in Portland. It was a Newport and I normally don’t like menthols but you have to take what you can get right? Man it tasted good like way better than food way way better. But I have to tell you something weird happened with the black woman P and it’s a little embarrassing and this is what it is: she thought I was a girl. I went up to her while she was packing her Newports and I asked her if I could have one and she said “You got it girl” and gave me a cigarette. Then she lit me and said “Motherfuckin’ bus always jacks up my back.”
Then the driver came walking toward us and lifted his hockey mask so he could yell and said everything was okay and we all ran back over to the bus because it started to rain.
Now we’re back on the bus and it’s raining like crazy way worse than yesterday and I have to admit that I’m afraid to look at that black woman in the shower cap. It’s like she knows something about me that’s not true but maybe it is true in some fucked up way and just to prove something to myself I’m tempted to walk over to her and whip my dick out and be like “Bitch who you callin’ a skeezer!”
I’m going to stop writing for a minute P because I’m getting too worked up and I almost just kicked the seat in front of me. I think there’s a retarded man sitting in it eating a bucket of caramel corn hang on. . . .
Okay I’m back.
And there is nobody actually sitting in front of me. That retarded dude with the bucket of caramel corn must have moved closer to the front.
I think I need to tell you more about Branson because it sort of relates to the thing that just happened outside.
So in Portland me and Branson shared a room in that place
At one point Carson Block put his Whopper with cheese down and asked me how old I was. I told him I was fourteen and he told me I looked younger. He was like “You look about twelve. Or eleven maybe.”
Then he started talking about how these days most kids look older than their age. He said it was because of all the chemicals in the cows and the “hormones and whatnot.”
I told him I really was fourteen and then he didn’t say anything else and he watched a country-western music channel on TV and finished his Whopper with cheese and then he went into the bathroom and brushed his teeth and came back out and watched some more country videos and fell asleep with his clothes on.
I eventually fell asleep in the other bed but I watched some more videos first. One was about this blond guy walking in the desert. He comes across an island oasis with tropical fruit drinks and a live mariachi band and this hot skeezer in a turquoise bikini. The whole thing turns out to be a mirage and the singer drops to his knees and finishes the song while the sun is setting and the skeezer in the bikini turns into a prickly green cactus. After that it was like a switch got turned off in my head and I fell asleep in my clothes too. I even tied my hoodie under my chin. I’m not sure why.
Hang on I’ll be right back. . . .
P check it out so the driver just pulled the bus over to the side of the road and we had to get off because some weird guy sitting near the front thought we had a gas leak. “We got a leak!” he kept turning around and pleading with everyone. He had a face like a cartoon. The bus driver made us walk like a hundred feet away while he disappeared under the bus and assessed the problem. Cars were mad zooming by us and the weird paranoid guy couldn’t stand still and the sky was sort of churning like it was going to rain again and a cop even stopped to ask what was going on so it was pretty tense. The cop made me more paranoid than the weird guy. I thought he was going to come over and question everybody but he didn’t he just hung near the bus driver and nodded a lot with his arms folded.
I wound up bumming a cigarette from the black woman with the pink shower cap who got on the bus in Portland. It was a Newport and I normally don’t like menthols but you have to take what you can get right? Man it tasted good like way better than food way way better. But I have to tell you something weird happened with the black woman P and it’s a little embarrassing and this is what it is: she thought I was a girl. I went up to her while she was packing her Newports and I asked her if I could have one and she said “You got it girl” and gave me a cigarette. Then she lit me and said “Motherfuckin’ bus always jacks up my back.”
Then the driver came walking toward us and lifted his hockey mask so he could yell and said everything was okay and we all ran back over to the bus because it started to rain.
Now we’re back on the bus and it’s raining like crazy way worse than yesterday and I have to admit that I’m afraid to look at that black woman in the shower cap. It’s like she knows something about me that’s not true but maybe it is true in some fucked up way and just to prove something to myself I’m tempted to walk over to her and whip my dick out and be like “Bitch who you callin’ a skeezer!”
I’m going to stop writing for a minute P because I’m getting too worked up and I almost just kicked the seat in front of me. I think there’s a retarded man sitting in it eating a bucket of caramel corn hang on. . . .
Okay I’m back.
And there is nobody actually sitting in front of me. That retarded dude with the bucket of caramel corn must have moved closer to the front.
I think I need to tell you more about Branson because it sort of relates to the thing that just happened outside.
So in Portland me and Branson shared a room in that place
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