Wednesday Morning RoughRiding Methadoner Edition

With an army of soon to be tweaked out methadoners wandering aimlessly around the transit center we begin another glorious day traveling onboard the esteemed bus 358. One knows times are getting tough when there's a pile of home depot carts stripped of their wheels n child straps laying out in the middle of Bay-3. I wonder if some desperate Joe is thinking of opening up a mobile wheelchair repair shop? With a possible homeless encampment forming in the green-belt next to Costco the destitution index in this area can be expected to be on the rise... Now the living dead disembark from the bus from Everett, and the obviously in the need of a hand out are rambling on about how their going into the city... Enter - the mobile Panhandler, backpack and a sign-will travel. And... this Ron Jeremy looking dude is sitting up front on the 358 chatting away with the driver about some gal he's looking for, asking if she has seen a gal in a red coat today, C'mon Man!...... And here in Shoreline, The Coalition of the Unwilling boards and starts asking fellow riders for change, a strn look from me gives them incentive to beg somewhere else! A line is forming at the Methadone clinics door, I could hear their teeth chattering from the bus. Well Ron Jeremy must be annoying this driver as we got a brick-foot, this is good, with countless lazy-folk being passed by because they were to slow, maybe I'll be ahead of schedule for once. And at the Crispy Creme I see SnowSuit Steve, he definately is whoring himself out these days if he is expanding his territory this far North!