Plan B.

[kiya]

I could have dealt with the children throwing nuts at me from across the street as I was pacing on the bus stop, especially as at the time I was buried deep in "I Had a Good Time" (still my favorite beautifully catty and chipper breakup song) with decent headphones set to stereo and thus feeling no pain whatsoever.

I could even have dealt with the dirty old man on the motorcycle shouting at me on his way by.

What I cannot deal with . . .

. . . is a complete lack of any fucking bus. And I know the route is running today, I saw one go by not an hour ago. By the time I got to "Turn it Off" I called teinedreugan to inform him of my lack of happy campitude.

At this point, taking the bus downtown to meet teinedreugan and erispope for dinner has lost its efficiency advantage, and also I am not feeling serene and calm while Alabama has the bomb.

I will sink deep into my headphones now and rattle my brains with good guitar until I feel less like gnawing upon the stripped, marrowless bones of my enemies.