donkeys live a long time
1) WHAT WERE YOU DOING AT MIDNIGHT ?
2) HOW TIPSY ARE YOU NOW ?
Left the loop with three regulars. Uneventful. An hour later the loonies were starting to migrate toward pure unhappiness. One guy, who told me he'd tried to break up with his girl friend (happy new year!), who was on the bus with him at that moment, was trying to apologize to me and the few people on the bus for an outburst of what he would have said to the transit cops if they'd found the bottle his soon-to-be-ex-girl friend ditched for him, thus saving his ass. Transit cops love it when people give them an excuse to be hairy knuckled morons.
They got off. Another seriously inebriated lout got on a couple stops later wishing everyone a happy new year, shifting from seat to seat. He got off as well with no noses being disjointed. (Happy new year passengers get to that point much quicker than, say, Monday evening passengers, except when Monday evening passengers are drunk. After all, it's Monday, let's celebrate with a drunk, a fuck and a fight.)
All that in less than ten minutes. Glad it ended soon after that. There are zeros, even as I type, being transported out of the downtown shit hole to the suburban shit hole. A game of checkers if you will, moving zeros from nowhere to nowhere. And I'm glad I'm not there to witness it. Been there, seen that.
But, alas, no big assed broad dropping her pants to moon me like one did last Friday night. She was wearing a dark blue thong....and I've only had one Heineken.