Bus Ride Banter

It took every fiber of my being to keep a straight face and nod sympathetically in the hope that - now that she was on a roll - she might elaborate, from a woman's perspective, on an opinion I happened to quite strongly share.

Greyhound Dreamin’

He tossed and he turned and he moaned - for two and a half hours - and he groaned and he flopped himself over onto my shoulder as if I was some sort of fucking Michelin Man

Bemoaning The General Lack Of Self-Awareness In Tight Quarters

My appetite was beginning to wane... and it occurred to me that perhaps some of this cultural erosion of common decency and fundamental self - respect could somehow be blamed on the invention of the cell phone. I mean.. think about it.. back in the old days of rotary and push button phones these sorts of conversations more commonly took place in the privacy of your own home and were rarely overheard by random strangers on the streets.

A Man On A Mission

As he came into view, with his head down and not looking around at cars or other people, my neighbor approached – right on schedule – as if it was just like any other day of the week, month, or year. In that moment two truths became crystal clear to me : 1. The only thing in life that is absolute is death. 2. The best lives are those spent fighting to disprove rule # 1.