The Bus is FREE

The bus is FREE.

I write this on the bus to Lafayette.

My first time writing on a bus

I am one of four people.

A high school sports kid talks on his phone.

A guy with a bike and a guy with a name badge talk to each other, getting on and off together.

A dog hangs fully out the window of a passing-by car.

The fourth guy blocks me from getting a photo.

He has tattoos, some piercings, a cell phone, and a backpack with a patch.

I’m here to break shit, it reads.

My destination is a Mexican restaurant on Main Street that starts with a T.

I hope I can hitch a ride home.

The AC overchills the air, and it’s sad to be one of two people on the bus.

The good news is the bus is FREE.