The Olympics are going on and Leonard Cohen, K.D. Lang type hallelujah.  That song is awesome but it’s a bitch to stand there and wait listening to that shit in your head with no bus coming.  Ironic as a mother fucker.  I waited for a good five seconds with no one at the bus stop before I thought, “screwed.  I’m screwed.  People have just been just picked up.  Vamos.”  So walk walk walk down to the next stop Boom another bus goes by half way on the step.

So the rain and I go without coffee or brolly, without cares or fares.  Just repetition, two buck, and earnst.  You know what I mean.  Earnest.  Weed.  I had some weed too.

On a side note, wouldn’t that be sweet if the drug ads worked?  Fat joint ads.  Think about it.

So me and wet get walky and waity.  The three of us get to burrard and four and stand at outside the stop for a cigarette long.  Being smokey and all, I stay out of the shelter.  I don’t want my shit to fuck with other people’s shit.  It’s the right thing to do.  But then done the smoke and in I go, underneath the rain hamper, the bus hat.  Whatever you call it.  The ‘out of the rain time machine’.  In there I go and some old broad in a purple or blue or low end rainbow jacket is smoking.  What a dick I am.  Could have been smoking the whole time.  The entire time.

Either way, it happened and I sat there.  Like a goof.  Well.  If this goof didn’t believe it when the smoking broad looks at me and goes “this guy is crazy”, gesturing towards the male doofus guy standing to my right who says

“Are you talking to me?”

She just shakes her shit like it’s the last of her scratch and wins and flicks her cigarette in the air, the cigarette falling to the street.  Raining butts, rain, tension, all that.  I only got two buck, but what… do they know each other?  Is this part of some show?

The bus comes and there’s a slight reprieve.

The bus has standing people on it and I have two buck and the bus captain has many pins.  ”I’ve got two bucks!”  I say, exclamating the plural.  His hand waves and my elbow nudges.  ”Nice pins,” I add.

So all these standers are starting the most faggot band you’ve ever seen.  The stand band.  Waste my time band.  It takes like shit point four poops before I figure I can get sitting at the back.  Get out of my way, seriously, hey, huh,fuck off fuck it.  I’m sitting now, looking at the ads.  Some joint on the ad.  Drugs and bull shit.  Don’t do drugs.  Don’t do a joint.  It should say don’t smoke fat joints.  Everyone is going to try a smoke.  Don’t smoke the fat joints.  Unless you like fatties.

Oftopikstan:  The purple smoker lady is sitting across from me, and shes got eyes like dice at a late night.  Sitting there, beady, then moving all around, wobbly.  ”What’s up now, Crazy?”  That’s all I could think.  ”What’s up now.”  Then she looked me straight in the eye and I gave her a wink.  She started giggling like her feet were feather ticklish and I thought at least one person on the bus was Two Seconds From Crazy.

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