Notes

Giving up your seat on the bus:

I'm on the bus the other night and its packed in pretty tight. So I'm standing up holding onto this disease ridden pole and every asshole in Jersey City touches. I have these two kids infront of me just staring at me and you know you gotta do that smile thing like oh your kids so cute. In reality I can't stand his weird fucking head that looks like a foot. After a long day the last thing you wanna do is stand on a stinky tightly packed bus. Then when you finally get your seat and you sit down let out that deep breath and you're so happy. It's the best part of your day that you walked around all day and then stand on the bus in one spot for 15 minutes and that moment when the seat opens up is just reassuring to never give up and you get what you need. But wait guess who's at the next stop? It's this 80 year old white lady and now somebody everybody looks at you to stand up for her. Nuh uh fuck that this is 2014 and I probably had a longer day than her. What does she do all day but watch the community news and forget to feed her 13 dead cats. Oh and not for nothing she grew up in the 1930's so she's probably a huge racist that just spits on black peoples tombstones... Too much? Did I go too much? I think I did I'm sorry. It's uncomfortable in here. But back to my point I'm not standing up for this old racist bitch. And that's it I sat there while she stood up for the last 32 stops and then I went home where as she got off with chronic pain both her ankles and wrists.