"One man's remorse is another man's reminiscence." ~Ogden Nash
The roar of the bus engine could be heard throbbing dull and purring easy under my feet. The vibrations were soothing but the gentle rocking was distracting because I was baked out of my mind.
8 in the morning. Most people in the world are probably awake by 8 in the morning, but I wasn't used to it. There have been only a handful of times that I was conscious at 8 in the morning at school. I paid special attention to barely schedule any classes before noon, ever. So this 8 in the morning shit wasn't up my alley. It wasn't even on the same street.