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!

sweet and sweaty

I'm about to decribe the smell that to me, smells the worst. Sometimes small children smell this way. Bums and drug addicts ususally smell this way too. Imagine being rolled in a bunch of sugar. Then, you get really sweaty, and it stays like that for a long time. Sour is a good adjective, maybe even yeasty? Maybe it's just other people's b.o. that I pick up on. In an erotic sense, body odor is a huge turn on, but not when you smell it on other people daily life events. 

Anyways, On Tuesday night I was on the L outbound to Ocean Beach at about 10:15 pm. The bus was really crowded, and after getting on the bus downtown, 2 bums sat in front of me. One was white, corpulent, with stringy medium length wavy brown hair (w/ flakes) and was smelling of the rather potent odor in the aforementioned paragraph. He was accompanied by a shorter, lithe, young Mexican man with a bowl haircut, stubble, and a greasy face that needed some expedient attention. 

I thought I was going to get lucky and the bums would get off at one of the "bum hotspots" like civic center or hippy hill, but no, I had to smell that sour sweet b.o. smell for the better part of 45 mins, all the way to my stop. Why is it quicker to go to other cities by BART than it is to travel across a city that's only 8 square miles? Does it take half an hour to travel 4 miles?

*edit- it takes 30 mins to travel 3 miles- minimum. "That's hella slow!"

does Christine = coke?

Has anyone noticed the superabundance of graffiti and scratchiti all over the muni? I'd like to say I don't mind it. Last night, some amazing graffiti was on the wall at Montgomery Station. Written in pencil, on the large map of the muni system, you know, the one with the white background. 

fucking addicted to that bitch Christine

I could kiss your asshole and lick it clean

Every little step I take

A few days ago, I was on my way to work on the L outbound. Lately, I've been sitting in one of those backwards seats, that face the wall in the hopes of dealing with as little bullshit as possible.

Immediately after entering the car, a teen aged mother and her friend came on the bus and sat next to me, plopping her baby, who was barely able to hold its head up, onto one of the seats next to her. Immediately, I got disappointed, purely for the fact that everyone knows that we see examples of the next generation of garbage people everywhere in front of our eyes. Every day poor ghetto people reproduce to have poor, ghetto babies... everywhere... but then I thought about how everyone thinks so little of someone like that, and maybe it would be better to just think that her life and her baby's lives would be ok.

A few stops later, a gruff, throaty, hollowed out voice got on the bus, and tried to talk to the baby moma. If I had to guess, I would say that she was from the projects by the beach, but even someone who lives in the projects knows to steer clear from those who have obviously chosen to live outside the accepted society, or those who have lost touch with reality. As a side note, those who are lucky enough to live in the projects by the beach have it good when it comes to projects- they're the beverly hills of the project world.

To make a long story short, a crackie got on the bus, and began to sing as loud as the weakened, crack-debilitated vocal chords could get. What was he singing? Only New Edition. In addition to having a scary voice that sounded as though it was going to sputter out forever at any moment, he also only knew about 3/5 of the words. I assume he was playing the music in his ipod- how the fuck do garbage people seem to have an effortless time when it comes to acquiring cell phones and other bits of technology? I could not begin to estimate how many bums I've seen with cell phones.

People started moving into the other car. All the asians on the bus were at this moment, going crazy. I often wonder how people can live in a country for many many years, and manage to not learn a single word of english. Finally he got off after getting to west portal, but only after letting everyone know on the bus that he had overstayed his welcome.