When I wrote this, parts of this were actually happening while I was writing this in my notebook, but I decided to write those parts in past tense anyways so I could post this now instead of last night.
After work last night I went to the same bus stop I normally wait at.
The same people were there that are normally there when I get off at 9:30 or 10.
One of them is a tall kid with a military bag that I don’t make eye contact with.
He seems interesting.
The first time I saw him he ran to the bus stop and out of breath he asked, “Has the 255 come yet?”
Everybody at the bus stop said, “No.”
I said, “No it shouldn’t be here for another ten minutes.”
I had accidentally lied, it was more like 15 minutes.
He said, “Thank GOD! Holy shit thank god.”
Then he said, “Fuck man thank GOD! I have to go all the way out to SHORELINE!”
Then he said, “If I missed this bus I’d be FUCKED! Stranded and FUCKED!”
Nobody responded to anything he said.
I think that’s why he stopped talking, but still looked around with a facial expression that ‘invited conversation’.
The second time I saw him he ran to the bus stop and out of breath he asked, “Has the 255 come yet?”
This time nobody else was at the bus stop.
It was just the two of us.
I said, “No not for another ten minutes or so.”
I had accidentally lied again. It was more like 15 minutes.
He didn’t say anything.
We didn’t talk.
Sometimes when he talks to people they tell him he looks like an actor that he doesn’t look like.
He agrees with them.
The bus came and we got on.
Last night he was already at the bus stop when I got there.
A person who had never been at the bus stop before walked up and asked, “Are you guys waiting for the 255?”
I said, “Yeah.”
The tall kid said, “Yeah, I’m going to Shoreline.”
The new guy asked when the bus should be there.
I said, “About 10 minutes.” I lied on purpose that time.
The tall kid thinks I’m a lying piece of shit.
They talked about drugs for a while.
The bus came and we all got on.
Later on I would run into him in Seattle in the University District with my friend Paul and we would talk about powerviolence for ~15 minutes.
One of the other people who is always at the bus stop is a 20-something who smokes and loves smoking.
Sometimes he has a friend with him that loves smoking and they smoke and talk about smoking together.
Last night he brought his 20-something girlfriend.
The other night he came to the bus stop while I was sobbing uncontrollably and he sat down and smoked.
It was just the two of us.
He got on the bus and I waited for my ride.
He seems uninteresting.
His girlfriend seems uninteresting.
She has nice bangs.
The other person that is always there is a tall bearded man who looks like he’s either really into videogames or really into murdering.
He wears a trench coat and baggy jeans with two long wallet chains.
Most of the time he has a twist-tie in his right hand that he spins around.
The first time I saw him I thought it was a rat’s tail.
I kept looking at him and then looking away when he looked at me.
I think he thought/thinks that I thought/think that he’s really into murdering.
He doesn’t smoke or talk.
He has greasy hair.
He seems interesting.
Nobody else that’s ever at that bus stop seems interesting.
I don’t feel like I seem interesting when I’m at that bus stop.
Maybe I am.
I’m the only guy in Kirkland that wears short shorts I think.
