Haha, so this is a story about my last bus ride home from school with my girlfriend. Its an ok story... IF YOU LOVE SUSPENSE ACTION AND THRILL!
4/8/08 3:20pm
I step on to the bus hike up the half step then land on the platform. "Hey busdriver, You don't know me that well and I don't care about you. But I just wanted to let you know that this is the last time I will be stepping foot on this bus and it's going to be an awesome ride." I said standing to the side of the old balding man, "What... what?" he said, twisting his head around at me, "Go take a seat". I sat down in the back and waited for the rest of the usual suspects, which are, my girlfriend Julia and her friends Sara and Dee, the middle school ghetto stars Richie and Tre', and my friends Keith and Jake.
We all sat making fun of each other and keeping a conversation about Mrs. Lazosky and her nasty ass see-through knit shirt. Then the bus closed its folded door and started moving. About fifteen seconds after initial take off Richie jumps seats landing in the row next to me, breaks out his bag and loads a bowl in one seamless move. I know what this means so I reach into my backpack for my notebook and my lighter, he hands me the bowl and I hit it, break off a nug from a larger bud, and hand it to Julia and exhale. By the time it comes back around to me I have to fill it so I do.
I was just gonna light it when I hear Jake (sitting behind me in the same row) yell out, "Penis!" It really anoyed me so I yelled out louder "VAGINA!" The busdriver hits the brakes quick, as to say Quite Back there. But we continued to be dicks and kept yelling profanities worse than ever. We all sat stoned as the bus kept moving, nothing being said anymore I turned to my sweethart and bagan talking about Morrisey and all some of her music on her iPod. I got tired of talking so I began to sing "Irish Blood, English Heart, this I'm made of. There is no one on earth I'm afraid of. And no regime can buy or sell me. I've been dreaming of a time when. To be English is not to be baneful.To be standing by the flag not feeling shameful, Racist or partial!" Which then led to Keith and Jake singing along. We did this for the next four minuets singing that and Filter's Trip Like I Do. The next thing I know its only three blocks before Jakes stop so I quick fill a bowl and hand it to him. He hits it and passes it. He gets up and jumps out the window at his stop. Our stop being next I hit the bowl as the bus stops and walk up and pass the busdriver for the last time as I exhale right in his face while saying, "Peace out."*cough cough*
Peace, Love, and Marijuana