Monday July 9th, afternoon 358 run, northbound, heavy squalor...

And the site of my first bus shelter being used as a parking garage for the wellfare transients roll-out of choice-the value village shopping cart. The thought of a mad-max movie set comes to mind... Well were back to the regular grind here waiting for bus 358 with several hammered mexicans holding down the the stop in a pathetic display of home-depot 'I wanna work holmes' slouching. This mornings commute was highlighted with the site of SnowSuit Steve prancing around like the Proctor and Gamble propolactic poster boy, I surmised that someone spiked his morning big bite or one of his many derelict pals put the Preparation-H label on a tube of Wasabi. He sure looked like somethin was burnin up his asshole. And here comes the 358, stand bye for the forcast