constant struggle

So anyways, I started my day by checking nextmuni. The L wasn't coming for 26 mins, but I left right away and the bus came right as I got to the stop. It took a long time, because the driver wasn't driving very fast (which means it must have been moving slower that the 30 mins for 3 miles we already calculated).

But here's a cute and fun story! The driver got on the intercom to say that if you had a pass with not that much time on it, to come to the front and she would give you a new one! Seriously how sweet and chill was that?

Then, after getting downtown, I went to get on the 27. It came about 6 or 7 mins late, and the driver was really slow. The 27 is one of those REALLY diverse buses- as in there's a million and one types of garbage people/immigrants on the bus, but then there's always normal people too. It's because it's one of those lines that travel between social classes, by travelling between such different parts of the city.

Then, a bum in a wheelchair got on- and the entire bus started to smell like that sweet sour sweat smell we already established in previous blogs! The bum had a friend, neither of whom paid. Wow, I wonder if when a bum in wheelchair gets on the bus as it goes through skid row if that person is really a drug dealer?

How come nobody is talking about the bum drug dealers who sell pills and uppers out of their wheelchairs? P.s.- that's not a baby in those fucking baby carriages full of garbage!