On the bus
March 10, 2008 – 11:46 amby Danny Smith
“OK, it’s 7:30 in the morning, I’m sitting on the bus; don’t want to be sitting on the bus; who wants to be sitting on the bus at 7:30 in the fucking morning?
Well I am. I’m sitting on the bus, doing my thing, sitting there. On comes this guy, now how can I describe the guy? The guy is wearing a fucking track suit, he’s got a neck tattoo, he is wearing a vest underneath the track suit on one of the coldest days of the fucking year. He’s go that glow-in-the-dark prism necklace thing that they all seem to fucking have, wearing a cap obviously, and he’s got on with his girlfriend, that pinch-faced, rat-faced horrible - well she’s rocking the look I call “crack whore”; she’s a white crack whore basically.
So they get on the bus, and I’m not one to judge people on appearances, hey, whatever, you’ve got nowhere to go, you’re getting on a bus; fuck it. Alright? I’m sitting on the bus and they start smoking weed! Horrible burnt plastic fucking weed! At 7:30 in the morning! How bad is this guy’s day gonna be that he needs to smoke weed at 7:30 in the fucking morning? You know he hasn’t got a job, you know he’s not going to an office somewhere, unless it’s Casual fucking Monday and they take that shit really fucking seriously.
Bastards.”