Posts Tagged drugs
Huffin’ Paint
*This is my mom’s bus tale and it’s old but I still love it. On a sparsely populated bus from the first-ring western suburbs, a man gets on the bus on that stretch of Olsen Memorial Hwy immediately west of downtown. After a few minutes he takes out an empty soda can and starts huffing [...]
Santa and his Weed
I was taking the 21 and this lady with a stroller is flagging down the bus with her little girl. The bus stops, and waits for her, and she comes on the bus saying she’s too old to have kids. She’s searching all of her pockets and in the stroller for her transfer and she [...]
I’m going to talk about money
I missed the express bus and needed to hop on the ’slow boat’ 4 heading north into downtown. Around 36th street a woman got on – probably in her 50th, looking a little ragged – and sat in the front row next to a professional looking man.
I’m a comedian!
I ride the bus every day to work and I have a lot of stories. I can’t believe what some people say or do when they’re on the bus. One of my favorites is a man who was sitting on the back bench talking very loudly to the people around him. He was [...]
Drug-trade lingo
Before my present address I lived in a halfway house for recovering addicts. As required, we all attended a minimum of two meeting a week. On the way to one such meeting, some guys offered to sell my friends some Ecstasy (calling them, I believe, “thizzles” or something). After responding to the offer in the [...]
Foundation stains
Was riding the 11 when this crazy obviously drugged up woman was woken up by her boyfriend before their stop. She proceeded to attempt to groom herself and put on about 2 pounds of makeup (it wasn’t even close to being enough to cover all the sores on her face) and make a few [...]
Some white rhino
i was on my way home from summer school in the summer of ‘07. i took the 64 as i usually did. while on payne ave. i noticed, while listening to my music, that three black men were talking to this white man. the white guy handed one of the black men a prescription drug [...]
Permission to sniff
The best story I have about riding on the bus happened about 25 years ago. During rush hour, the bus is packed and I’m stting in the back on the seats that face each other and two well-dressed business women are sitting on the opposite bench. This being Minnesota, there is a space in between [...]
En-Route Ettiquette Takes a Breather
As some of my friends know from my text messages en-route, the personal hell I call mass transit is full of colorful folks on the Downtown-to-Uptown line. Today, I got in line for the #4 bus behind
one such young man. The minute I ascended the stairs, I was enveloped in – not a slight whiff [...]
