Posts Tagged weed
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.
Rolling
Today, after hopping on the 6, outside Block E, I made my way to the back of the bus where there were two passengers. The first, a handsome young student who sat staring straight ahead. The second, and older man who was busy doing working on something in his lap. When I got closer, the [...]
Cautious to a Fault
Every now and then, for no apparent reason, bus rides turn in horrible ordeals. Tonight was one such night. My Route 14 was supposed to pick us up at 6th and Nic at 5:40. At 5:50 we were still waiting there with no sign of a 14 anywhere.
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 [...]
Twenties, tens, and fives
Right before my stop we were sitting at a red light. There was a homeless person on the corner [as is usually the case in minneapolis], whom she waved over. With a smile, she handed him a free transfer and we went on our way. I thought it was a very nice gesture. When we [...]
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 [...]
