And.... Theres Always Has To be Somebody.....

Well one of the swiftest and most pleasant 88degree 358 runs in memory is abruptly halted at 165th, (but were not in the business of looking forward to a peacefull ride are we)when this skinny drunkard decked out in an army flight suit and galoshes stumbles onboard. He flops down in the seat in front of me, Lord! He's got critters crawling around in his dreadlocks, wait, he's pulling the bottle out of his gunny-sack, yep.. he's got the two dogs rolling! Canadian Hunter Whiskey that is. I so Knight thee-TRASH CAN THOMPSON, well that's what his name tag said anyways, the stench of the mid summer dumpster is strong with this one.... Now he's pulling out the Arby's Bag, I better move before this dude starts to shit himself, Arby's has a reputation for blowouts and is well known to have been a conspirator on some of Seattle's heaviest Bum Shits, Well were almost to the transfer center, and we'll see where Trash Can is headed, most definatly not down to Edmonds, as local authorities have a reputation for keeping this sort of riff-raff far away or atleast out of the lower bowl.