21 December 2007
06 December 2007
16 October 2007
05 October 2007
My first thought was whew this lady smells like cigarette smoke. Man its pretty over powering. Then a little breeze blew a little smell over that was worse. Sour old lady smell. Whew. I don't know if being old makes you smell more, or if its just harder to get bathed. But I was happy for the smokey smell to settle back in.
I remember an episode of M.A.S.H. where Charles was trying to learn more about what happened when people died. A man is dying in front of him and he asks him to describe whats going on. The man said, "I smell bread baking". Maybe heaven smells like baking bread. I imagine hell will smell like the bus: smoke, alcohol, B.O. and Urine.
If you want a preview of hell ride the bus.
03 October 2007
27 September 2007
Since it has turned to fall the temperature is harder to predict. The bus no longer runs the airconditioning in the evening on the way home. But its pleasant outside and I enjoy getting the breeze from outside coming in through the window. It seemed to me that it would also be healthier breathing fresh air than the musty air of the bus with the windows closed.
But as I look around the bus I start to wonder if thats really true. When I see the wind blowing through someones hair across the bus from me I wonder if I am breathing in that persons dead skin and hair particles. I will probably get hepatitis or some flesh eating bacteria. I guess I could get lice from the seats.
Life is too short to worry about all that. So bring it on. It will just strengthen my immune system until I am unstoppable.
World domination will soon be mine!
06 September 2007
Of course the bus always smells like alcohol anyway. I mean really, how do you think people get around who have had their licenses taken away for drinking and driving.