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Bus Stations
On my recent journey got to visit several bus Stations. I started in atlanta. My lack of forsight cost me making the bus I wanted. I show up 20 minutes early but there is a line and their computers are down. The net result of course is I miss my bus. My brother is expecting me at a time I will not be there. I have to catch the next bus a few hours later. Time to kill in the bus station. I pull out an R.A. Salvator novel I have been working through for a while. I actually like the writing. His story lacks focus or direction but he is a good wordsmith with an entertaining charicter or two to play with. Of course I am distracted by the Schrek playing on the cracked moniter suspended from the cealing. There is a surreal quality to that movie playing with the collection of riff raff at the bus station. The man with one ugly tooth smiles at me and waves. I pretend to be iritable to notice. The movie is of course funny and people laugh. A guarded laugh. It is like no one wants to be noticed. Dont mind me. I am sitting here pretending to be part of the fiberglass seat. Atlanta is a sad place of a bus station
Birmingham.
The birming ham station we hit in the early morning. It is a cleaner place. It seems more inviting though it has a touch of the please dont notice me dispair that pervaded the Atlanta station. All and all a nice hour spent as I finished my book.
Nashville.
4 Waylay is the first indication I had that an old larp buddy was there. He was coming from Ohio to Atlanta and I was on my way to my brothers. Simple timing managed to improve my mood. He and I spoke breifly then went to our respective transports. I sat on my bus watching minonites(sp?) we had picked up at an earlier stop shooting the breeze with a you black man as he smoked. His T-shirt was an image of Tu Pac Shakur. I wonder what he and these deliberate rustics had in common. What point of reference did they share?
waverly junction
My brother is waiting. His voice comes in staccato bursts as he talks about work and ask's me how life is going. It is nice to be near family again. Dads death is almost a year gone now but is awkward to be in Waverly again. I almost expect to go to the funeral home and see him still lying peaceful in state. I am still angry I guess. The kids leave with my brothers first wife soon after I arrive. I wish I could have spent more time with them. I dont want to be a stranger to them.
Well I got to drive back and it is nice. I like dads old car. It runs well and there is something of him in it.
I arrive in Chattavegas and spend the next few days working on getting my car registered in my name and hanging with old friends. I needed it. I even talked Cam with folks. I hate the politics in the club, but I did miss the people
and back to work......
TechNoir
On my recent journey got to visit several bus Stations. I started in atlanta. My lack of forsight cost me making the bus I wanted. I show up 20 minutes early but there is a line and their computers are down. The net result of course is I miss my bus. My brother is expecting me at a time I will not be there. I have to catch the next bus a few hours later. Time to kill in the bus station. I pull out an R.A. Salvator novel I have been working through for a while. I actually like the writing. His story lacks focus or direction but he is a good wordsmith with an entertaining charicter or two to play with. Of course I am distracted by the Schrek playing on the cracked moniter suspended from the cealing. There is a surreal quality to that movie playing with the collection of riff raff at the bus station. The man with one ugly tooth smiles at me and waves. I pretend to be iritable to notice. The movie is of course funny and people laugh. A guarded laugh. It is like no one wants to be noticed. Dont mind me. I am sitting here pretending to be part of the fiberglass seat. Atlanta is a sad place of a bus station
Birmingham.
The birming ham station we hit in the early morning. It is a cleaner place. It seems more inviting though it has a touch of the please dont notice me dispair that pervaded the Atlanta station. All and all a nice hour spent as I finished my book.
Nashville.
4 Waylay is the first indication I had that an old larp buddy was there. He was coming from Ohio to Atlanta and I was on my way to my brothers. Simple timing managed to improve my mood. He and I spoke breifly then went to our respective transports. I sat on my bus watching minonites(sp?) we had picked up at an earlier stop shooting the breeze with a you black man as he smoked. His T-shirt was an image of Tu Pac Shakur. I wonder what he and these deliberate rustics had in common. What point of reference did they share?
waverly junction
My brother is waiting. His voice comes in staccato bursts as he talks about work and ask's me how life is going. It is nice to be near family again. Dads death is almost a year gone now but is awkward to be in Waverly again. I almost expect to go to the funeral home and see him still lying peaceful in state. I am still angry I guess. The kids leave with my brothers first wife soon after I arrive. I wish I could have spent more time with them. I dont want to be a stranger to them.
Well I got to drive back and it is nice. I like dads old car. It runs well and there is something of him in it.
I arrive in Chattavegas and spend the next few days working on getting my car registered in my name and hanging with old friends. I needed it. I even talked Cam with folks. I hate the politics in the club, but I did miss the people
and back to work......
TechNoir
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