Bus nonfiction

Were you ever married?
Do you want to get married?
Sometimes when I smoke crystal meth it's in that hotel.
Are you Mexican?
What's that?
Oh El Salvador, ok.
Do you want to get married to me?
Where are we going?
It's warm on this bus at least.
Do you have an apartment?
Where is it?
Where are we going?
I'm going to need to get some crystal soon.

Jus some sexy bus fiction for ya!

The woman's backpack was swinging dangerously close to the fat kid's face. Everyone on the bus held their breath cuz fat kid wasn't budging. Even though he could scoot back, even though he could move his head easily out of the way of danger. Maybe he couldn't see it. He had some lazy ass eyes. The bag made one final jolted thrust on the turn onto Van Ness. The bag tapped his thick head, and pretty hard.
"Owwwwwwww" he growled. He sounded like Barney from Simpsons when he burps.
"Oh, I'm sorry," the white girl said utterly unapologetically.
"Look what you did! Not again!" He gestured with his fat claw towards his eyes. "This happens, it gets out of whack! NOOOO!"
The girl gasped! "No...," she breathed. "Wait you're lying!"
"Haha yeah, just kiddin, it's ok. They're always like this." Oh did this ever make his fat day!
She forced a laugh/sigh of relief. "I knew those were already loosies in there," she thought. Maybe, just maybe, if she whacked em harder they'd act right. We'll never know.