IF YOU DON'T LIKE WHAT I SAY, YOU PROBABLY SUCK.

Atlanta to Akron. Transfer in cincinatti.

Drive cross town out bound off town bus ride to the place I dread or love. Depends on the day. Tall buildings stream by with the CEOs and assistants and lawyers thinking about the numbers for next month. Just wish I had some to count. Next to me is a guy who has probably seen the inside of a jail cell a couple times. I think the tattoo of a tear probably gave it away. Behind me is a soldier. He’s going to see his ex girlfriend before he ships out in ten days. I wanted to thank him but I didn’t know what for. He got off in Knoxville. The lady in front of me has sleeve tattoos and she’s in her fifties. She discusses transfers and asks around for help. The bus driver announced that the use of tobacco products are strictly prohibited and with a pause he stated “that includes in the restroom.” I bet they won’t say that when I get into Ohio. They might. People aren’t so different here or there. But I know we all want to get off this god damn bus.