Their was a new bus driver that day, he seems more enthusiastic about his job than the other one. The old one never smiled. As I would come to find out in the following weeks the new driver was not just a substitute for the old one, perhaps the old one was the substitute. At the time I didn't know this and was terrified by my new drivers driving! He sped down hills and slammed on the brakes. I thought death was a definite possibility. As I sat on the bus, my headphones blocking off the rest of the world I noticed the people who silently pass in and out of my life in the blink of an eye.
Theirs the quiet, brooding social sitting in the back corner, the petsmart employee, the girl who looks way to young to be reading the cosmo article on "bad girl sex". I only saw one familiar face that day in the weeks that followed I came to think of him as pajama boy. one day he wore these really loudly patterned pajama pants and it always stuck in my mind. He was wearing what MTV has shoved down our throats as being the "in" look. The stereotypical uniform of the future rap superstar. Everything form the red shirt that looked like a 3 xl on his wiry frame to the baggy jeans practically falling off his small body screamed "I do what MTV says!" The standard overpriced baseball cap that looked like it didn't even know what a field was, was sitting perched on his head. His hat alone probably cost more than my outfit all together. At this point i had decided that this guy must be a walking stereotype and looked to see what overdone watch he decided to pair with his ludicrous outfit..........to be continued
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