With Metro Transit Policia tryin to shake me down this evenings commute begins

Ya, when the transit sheriff pulls in just looking to give a ticket to the good tax paying commuter such as myself for drinking a cold refreshment at the stop... I want to puke and tell the asshole to do his job and harass the fucking masturbating street deviant that rolls around town wasted at will. No harm no foul though as I ditched the Ice Cold Annhuaser Busch product with a smooth quickness, and onward we continue... The sun is out and I fear that the 358 run north may go bad, but as its the middle of the month-the standard street derelict is running out of money and will be focused on begging outside tonights Mariners game for 'some change' as he will work for beer!