The bus pt 777.
I could write all day and night about how I feel when I’m on the bus.
The bus…
What kinds of things come 222 your mind when you think of em?
I think -
Rosa Parks,
Clearwater Middle School,
adventure,
packin groceries,
friendship,
vibes…
Ohh, the bus…
I love being here.
It’s so communial….
the
“good mawnin’s”
and the
“good aftanoon’s”.
The
“how you lot doing?”
“Everybody’s good?”
It’s the most nostalgic setting.
Meeting new and old souls on this collective journey forward,
I feel most at home.
It’s lovely being able 222 just sit back, relax…
and mean it.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
I am here.
…
Who would’ve thought seeing my prom date on my bus going town was in the cards 444 today?
Ah ahnn.
Coming cross the causeway feels extra special.
The water is calling my name,
the rocks doing the same.
Nana,
that’s you?
Thankh you.
12:21
STOP
12:22
D radio is going n going.
I love the sound of a Bermudian accent buh.
“What’s ya location?”
“I’m rahn pond hill.”
“Dank you, copy.”
12:24
I think I should pick my head up from my phone.
I ain’t one of ‘them’.
You know…
one of them that don’t look up.
Shit, soon as I looked up a Rubis truck was wide round flatts corner and almost licked d bus!!
Thankh you driva 444 keeping us safe.
12:26
It’s not often you look 222 the left and see one of your friends crocheting on d bus.
Wow.
She looks so focused yet relaxed.
Did I mention that d bus is one of the most relaxing places?
(In the winter of course)
I def don’t mean when it’s summer and all you smell is
sun block
and
sandals.
Aunty in d purple fit looks clean!
Her grey hair and d pop of green with the shirt. Ya buh,
I rate it.
12:35
We will be at d terminal in a minute.
This has been a lovely, lovely adventure.
Cheers 222 more.
See you at 2:00 hehe.
1:55pm
The entire back of the bus is empty.
Why is this old man choosing to sit right next 222 me??
His cousin gets on the bus,
“mawnin mawnin, wait aftanoon”
“das my cousin”
He sits down.
He turns around,
looks straight at me.
He moves,
right in front of me.
“I can’t let you be back here with this gorgeous woman all by yaself cuzzy”
“how you doin beautiful?”
Ew.
I say nothing,
I already said aftanoon when he got on.
He stares.
I stare into my phone.
Oh this bus ride is gonna be long…
6:15pm
I’m on my way home from work and I’m now the only person on the bus.
Oh how nice it is to hear nothing.
222 be bothered by no one.
222 just be,
inn this moment.
This bus stops at Grotto Bay…
great, now I have to get off and wait again 444 a bus 222 get me 222 St. David’s.
I guess it’s not all bad though, because I can finally spark my spliff.
….maybe if I’m feeling risky enough, I’ll go 222 the gas station 444 some chips.
We will see.
My bus home just left town.
In 40 mins or so, it’s sure 222 be coming round.
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