December 2011

Dear lady on the bus this Christmas Eve.

Dear lady on the bus,

I know you were probably in a great hurry. Your job clear across town probably was ringing your phone off the hook asking when you'd get there. The freezing cool of the outside air ghosting in behind you probably did not do wonders for your hair all done up in a flattering curl nor your mood which from looking upon your face was unpleasant.

Norfolk Virginia Bus Station Drunk

...that face plant was simply magic.

Dear Norfolk, VA Bus Station Drunk,


Okay I know that doesn't slim down the other persons that hang out/live at said terminal. Or that it must have been hard for you to differentiate where the earth was and your feet in relation to it. It was rather hilarious how your face helped you in that, allowing itself to slam into the grimy, foot traffic covered bus floor. Yes, internally laughing at one in such a state as yourself is a bit cruel, but hear me out – that face plant was simply magic. Besides you wont feel it for a few more days at least.


(AN: Don't worry, he recovered in awesome form after taking that nap, terrifying the few children also on said bus)


Now, mind you as the MAX bus I rolled up on docked into said station before your arrival, you blended in with the 3 others that were probably also drunk and wandering around the place aimlessly. I get it. I'm betting highly you are homeless. Yes, it sucks. I had a dear friend admit to me his struggles with that.


But you my friend decided to instead of fighting the albiet broken system for 2+ years to get on your feet, to simply 'lighten' things up by rolling onto an once empty bus, 11 am at that, lit as a tree. I'm pretty sure not many unemployment places nor homeless shelters will want to deal with you, being barely able to stay awake much less stand.