Posts Tagged pot
What were you drinking?
On the 21 the other day, an old Native American man without any teeth stumbles on the bus, falling over and tripping over every one.
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 [...]
