THE BUS TRIP

Oh snap!! Its 4:30, chaile time, or hometime what ever you call it! Walk for 5mins to the bus stop its at this time excitement begins, anxiety pours in, heart beat increases! The silent thumpin becomes a violent dum dum! All this as the line begins to grow longer nd longer, you getting impatient, you clutch your fists like u bout to knock a nigga out, but then its a old lady infront of you, shes the 1 cutting in line… Whats a nikka to do? You try calming yourself down bt eish shes aleady infront of you and shes loud and has no regard to the fact that she cut infront of you, wow your anxious again nd you wana bash her head to tha pavement(all ths happenr 15mins b4 tha bus gets there) then tha bus shows up, a second before youu do something you regret later… Now you tag in tha bus, hooray!! Hooray!! Its a double decker,you smile, you relievd that you wont have to hear tha ladies bickering cause shes sittin down stairs with all tha other loud mouths of tha late bus, mara its cool, the journey is short mara fun… Wait there she is why could i forget her she makes this bus trip interesting just by me looking at her, short hair lightskinned pakistan, wow mouthwatering… Kuzoba grand. Now tha driva is in a rush its a bumpy ride this bus trip mara its my only way home, nd its nt safe as proclaimed, its safer its an adrenalin rush of note, from almost bashing a ladies head through tha pavement to a bumpy stable rided 45mins long… Then im at ghandi guess what? This cycle has to start all over again cause i have to connect again.. . DO YOU STIL THiNK PUBLIC TRANSPORT IS BORING?


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