Tuesday Feb 9 morning

Departure: 7:40am
Arrival: 10am

Hello traffic filled streets. Thanks to a lovely little police officer pulling someone over, everyone’s damn neck on the road became made of rubber and bounced to the right. No accident, no real problem, just people who had to see what was going on. Maybe it was a drug bust, maybe it was someone famous, or more likely, maybe it was just some poor schmuck who went a bit too fast, or sped through a yellow light as it became red. Whatever reason, I really doubt that by staring at the police officer’s blinking lights, you’re suddenly going to gain some kind of insight into your life, so… really people… let’s just keep moving on with our lives.

I got to the bus in time, thankfully, even though I watched time tick away slowly on the clock in my car. The bus came a couple of minutes after I parked my car, and grabbing my things, I piled out of the car and walked towards my chariot.

I’ve taken to calling the bus that now… random right? But I kind of want to believe that there’s something special in my life at this moment, since everything else is still going to pot. “Your chariot awaits my dear,” I can hear someone whisper in my ear as I walk across the cracked macadam and board the large gray steel contraption. As I walk on, and hand my ticket to the bus driver, I wonder in my head how many other people had done the same thing as I had just done… how many of them were alive now, how many dead? How many famous? How many dying to be famous? How many people with horrible illnesses, or got some illness from the exchange. I also think about a story my mom told me once about a psych class she took once, and they read a story about a bus driver who was such a nymphomaniac, that he would drive everywhere with a hat on his lap, and be jerking off the entire time. Ever since I started riding the bus, I take stock in where the driver’s hands are, and if there are any sorts of hats or anything on their laps. So far, haven’t seen any… though, even if I did, I’m not sure what I’d do… smile more crookedly perhaps?

When we arrived in Port Authority, we got stuck in a lovely line of buses…

Finally, I got off the bus, and looked outside. It was so blistery cold out, that I decided not to walk outside, and instead descended into the dirty walled in subway. As you walk down the passageway towards the 7 train from Port Authority (it’s a long corridor) there are these things on the ceiling beams… and I want to find out why they’re there. But, they say…

“Overslept”
“so tired”
“if late”
“I’ll get fired”
“Why bother?”
“Worth the pain?”
“Just go home”
“do it again.”

The very first time I saw them, I only saw one, “Why bother?” and it made me literally stop everything I was thinking about, and wonder… yeah, why bother? Fascinatingly enough, it took me for quite a while to read all of them consecutively. Anyone out there know why the ceiling says this?

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