10/5/10 AM Report, Bus 358

With decreasing morning average morning temperatures, the most illustrious of the street transients are preparing to move back aboard the bus, this stinky bum is the type that uses the back of the coach as his or hers bedroom, living room and kitchen. An indicator that one of these wreaking of cat-urine transients is living on your bus is the large backpack and cluster of mutiples plastic bags in plastic bags being used as a pillow. The odor alone will wave most commuters off from sitting anywhere near the squatter in question, but if forced to ride in the general vicinity of the moaning bastard.. drop some canadian change as you leave the bus, thus giving the stinkness a hint to get the fuck out of America.

358, thursday morning 9/30/10

What's This.... the methadoners are making a run for Mini Sirloin Burgers at the 130th Crack in the Box, the pile off like they were in the Tokyo Subway and are running into Jack's place, I wonder if someone told them today was the 1st and are under the impression their wellfare money has hit the debit card, ohh well, todays the 30th, fuck-em. And in other news.. we have compelling information about Snowsuit Steve, I will be posting a special report about this in the future. And all is quite at Golds Gym, no nefarious masturbators today.

Wednesday Evening update from Bus 358

With word that the LINK-LITE Rail crashed into a van full of vagrants earlier today in the Ranier Valley, I have meager sympathy for trash that cannot get out of the way of a train, fortunately I live north so I only have to hear about when the LINK gets fucked up. And this evening the 358 is rather tame as I elected to board the 2nd coach and avoid the foul odor of the damp bum. In a late report from last nights commute, I had turned off the blog when the Shoreline HotDog Huckster boarded, but he was only decked out in some free give away Mariners shit, you know the type-the cheap cap with the Supercuts loo on it, no doggs to be pedaled yesterday. And we have a suspiciously gay ugly ponytailed wide eyed tribesman babbling away about these sharp pains he's having on his mobile, and he's says it happens when he walks fast and he's got to go see a doctor, standbye, I feel he's gonna deliver a punchline.... he's talking about how he usually does those works outs in the morning and is connection goes bad, so he goes up to the driver and says his connection going bad, "c'mon pal, this ain't a fucking call center" driver sits him back down and he starts yelling into his phone how he likes to eat it in the morning even if he gots to force it. Allright.. gklad this ride is over, have a nice evening, I need to leave this bus before I start crying, this dude is going on and on.... its bad.

Bus 17 northbound

Bus 17 is no 358, that much is certain, but I surmise that future Sounder Trips will provide ample content for this blog while I'm waiting for my connecting bus in the heart of downtown. The indecency is running strong in the city! We will be bringing the cam in the future to establish a more thorough documentation of it all, and.... there is a strong possibility we will be able to bring to the viewer once again, THE BUM SIGNAGE OF THE WEEK REPORT!

DOWNTOWN DEVIANTS

After riding the SOUNDER TRAIN to downtown I can confirm the ZOMBIES from THRILLER ARE LIVING IN THAT PARK ON 3RD N JACKSON NEXT TO THE KING COUNTY COURT HOUSE, long know as a 'no go zone' this park has long been the harbor for every type of fucked up fella and derelict drunk. As I'm waiting for my connecting bus back up to Ballard, I Note - The General State of Street Bum Decay which is now running rampant through our once beautifull city, Thankyou Mayor Mcginn, only you could prevent bum fires! And we got some Pookie looking fella in a mobile chair across the way holding up a scribbling of a clown labeled Cary Grant, I surmise it must be code for "I'm a worthless piece of shit, can you spare some change so I can get my bearing greazed"

A WORD FROM THE SPONSOR

Due to increased emphasis on the GTL, bus ridership has been sporadic and will continue to be in the future, although 358 trips are not cancelled, I have changed the daily routine and take several alternate routes with roadwork and workouts in between. But, I will still report on the spot coverage when the enivitable outrage of shameless deviance or any incident of downright dirty destitution occurs, afterall... we still have a long way to go to reach 358 days, 5 months n 3 weeks to nbe precise. And just now, the driver made a special stop for some crackheads in front of the 135th KFC, WTF special priviledges for those fuckheads.

Tuesday morning, 9/28/10, jungle to jungle run, bus 358

With an ambient humidity index of 180 degrees, bum schweat dripping from the ceiling and the methadoners clacking away like a pack of crazed monkeys its like being in a tropical jungle on this hot, boiling hotdog of a bus. One would think the driver would have the heat off... but no sir, its maintaining a solid 80, and lord almighty! The Gurney Boy is bringing his putrid urine sack game onboard, this may lead to a mass outbreak of passenger vomiting if those bags aren't empty, but fortunately for me I'm in the back, but I can see several ladies up front faces start to turn green and then they promptly get off the bus to wait for the next one. The Horror........

358 northbound on frog looking ho friday

Its a ripe time for the Johns to head to Horora and get serviced up, the tramps are running thick this evening, and I think even Steve gots a shot at some play if he's willing to part with some change. Other than the fact the Prostituion industry appears to be thriving along this north seattle corridor, I don't have much to report, so I'm going to wrap this weeks blog up with a qoute from an old friend of the show, "LET'S, GO SEA...HAWKS....." Ed the Tuba Man

FRIDAY MORNING DIESEL-DYKE EDITION

With the crew-cut She Ra's salivating early in the morning another less than motivating commute begins, and I see Flipped Out Fred is already working over the work force at the transit center for some change, and upon boarding the 358 the sounds of the morning prayer session to the prophet are strong in the back, and Akbar even gots his magic flying carpet down in back, Ali Baba he is not..

Ahh Shit...

With the temperatures in the low 100s I was knocked out and almost missed my stop, woke up to a bus loaded with riff raff and squalor, the bum lineage is strong today, well on to work.

SOMEBODY TURN OFF THE HEAT

And off-course the blast furnace is on, at nearly 100degrees this bus is a safe harbor for H1N1 and all other viruses, obviously the driver is weak willed and has anticipated verbal outbursts from the bum who uses the bus as his house and always starts bitching about it being to cold onboard his living room.

Thursday Morning 9/23/10

With plunging Ambient Nightime Temperatures, historicly the good working commuters of western Washington could look forward to a general transient exodus to the soutth, but not this year, not with a bleeding heart bum loving mayor runnning things in Seattle, this bearded hippy is systematicly attempting to turn the greater Seattle area into a Bum-Haven with handouts a shelter and a food bank on a corner near you. I just want to know when it became acceptable to have deviants lying around allover the city just feet from their feces. And with that the 358 run begins, sure to be filled with many more lazy motherfuckers and the random stinky bastard.

Ahh Shit, we got a Dumpster Demon onboard

This nasty ass motherfucker has half of home depots garbage bagged up and wrapped around himself and he's sifting through Taco Del Mar bags for a snack, the smell is atrocious, better he's sitting in front and I'm in back, that much is certain. And a morning methadone update, Today the commuter can expect a rather average level of crazed methadoners with an outlook of increasing wild-eyeness and useless chatter.

Morning Midweek Strife Edition

With local Edmonds Deviants onboard the 1st bus and a jag of retards on their way to the school for the neglected youth, Wednesday morning begins... And the whore sightings at the transit center are minimal, one can suspect that the wellfare dime isn't stretching far enough for a piece of nasty ass from the aids gang. But I do notice this crippled cat rolling around on a board like Eddie Murphy in trading places, probaly just a poser so... no coin for you, and once again.. bus 358

A SIX MONTH CHEERS TO THE BLOG

IN THINKING THAT A BLOG OF THIS NATURE WOULD HAVE CREATED SUCH A FERVOR OVER A FEW MONTHS, I FEEL THAT ALL SUCH TRANSCRIPTIONS SHALL BE TERMINATED UNTIL MY CONFECTIONERS CAN GO OVER MY LEGACY. BUT... as i see it. "IS JUST WAY TO MUCH FUN TALKING SHIT ABOUT THE DUMB-ASSES ON THE BUS" So after six months of texting this bullshit, I feel that it is my responsibility to my fans and the working commuter in general to finish it out, and it will only be 358 days. At day 358 I'll take a commuter bus and make a clausterphobic scene or something and stop traffic on the 5 bridge or something, "I can see it know 'I HAD TO MUCH BUS IVE HAD TO MUCH BUS LET ME OFF LET ME OFF' and of course I'll be booked for not paying my fare" fuckers dont know guys like me should ride for free instead of those wellfare motherfuckers that do it every fucking day!