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To this day, many people still don’t believe me, and concur that it must have all been a dream. Sometimes they even direct rude comments, or throw derogatory names in my direction. I don’t let it affect me anymore. Or if I do, I don’t let them know that it does. I know what happened, and I wasn’t asleep while it was going on. I remember every detail as if it happened just a couple hours ago.
It’s been thirteen years now since that day at the bus stop. I recall sitting there and noticing that it was a hell of a lot quieter than usual. There was less commotion and not as many people out and about. It wasn’t a holiday or anything. I couldn’t figure it out. I wasn’t going to complain though. It was a beautiful sunny day, about 75 degrees. It was around 3 in the afternoon, and I was already starting to get a nice buzz on. I cranked up the latest Voodoo Glow Skulls cd on my discman, and was feeling allright. My fifth beer was about to be cracked open when the bus finally pulled up. I was really happy. Not because I could finally be on my way, but because I had to piss really bad. The new addition that year of bathrooms on all public buses was something I thanked god for everyday, even though I didn’t believe in him. Who would have thought the government would get so tired of people urinating outdoors, that they would actually install restrooms on rides for our convenience? Of course the bus fairs went up, fifty cents. And of course, the bathrooms were never really that clean. But again, who was I to complain? There was actually a good amount of room in there, at least enough to comfortably do your business, and it wasn’t as bumpy and unstable as you’d think it would be for being in the back of the bus. Perfect for sitting down and rolling a joint at your leisure, which is what I planned to do right after I pissed. I tried not to do this if the bus was packed, just to be considerate to those people who might have had a few beers like myself, and might be waiting to drain it pretty bad. But much to my surprise, there was no one else on the bus. I went in, did my business , rolled the joint, thought about taking a couple quick hits, but then decided to save it for the party. When I came out I noticed there was a strange odor throughout the bus that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. It even made me feel a little uneasy for a second. I put my headphones back on, cracked open another beer, and soon forgot about the smell. I stared out the window, making shapes and faces out of the massive white clouds. Suddenly one took on the striking resemblance of Trisha. I thought about the last time I seen her. I wish we had left on better terms. I wondered if she would be at the party tonight. Maybe I could finally set things right. Ah, what’s the point? With my luck she would be there, but she would have some 250 pound jock guy by her side, and he would do something stupid to piss me off, which would result in me ramming his teeth down his throat and getting kicked out of the party, as well as kicked in the head a few times. I wanted to stay at this party tonight and actually try to enjoy myself for a change. I began pondering what I would say that wouldn’t cause an altercation, when suddenly my thoughts were interrupted as the bus came to a crashing stop. My head jolted forward, ramming into the seat in front of me. It hurt like a motherfucker. They could give us restrooms, but they couldn’t give us seatbelts, or at the very least, padded seats. Even worse, the remaining half of my beer was now all over my pants. Someone was going to pay for this.

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