Egads

The infamous Dallas Layover:

So, i’ve talked about this a bit. And i’m going to expand upon it. This of course would follow along with the -bustrip- anecdotes that i’ve started giving out. Anywho, truestory and all that.


It was about five am when I pulled into Dallas Texas during my thirty six hour bus trip back to Kentucky. The bus I was getting off of had been packed and a rather large gentleman had made the ride thus far quite uncomfortable. Not due to his size, but to his rediculous amount of sweating and stale bad odor. Regardless, I get off and retrieve my one bag from under the bus and proceed to go into the depot. As I am well aware of my three hour layover in this very shady fucking city, I head straight to the little smokers section directly outside. Which is fenced in. Leaning on the fence I dropped my bag and lit up. I didn’t know so many people smoked newports. But man, they always kept bumming them off me. Anyway, so I join in the conversation and it seems we’re all talking about what every traveler on a bus trip talks about. Weed. Well, weed and where the hell we’re going. The conversation carries on for a good little while, and the woman whose sort of the leader of such a talk begins discussing her medical card and that she happens to be holding. Further discussion and it turns out she’s a carny worker that’s headed to a job in florida. So, obviously she propositions me with the idea of leaving the depot and walking around downtown Dallas in the early mornings to get a little toke in. Being a man who trusts no one, I obviously trusted her and we went about and smoked. It was legitimately the first time I had burned in open public. But her piece was really small so I felt secure. Getting good and well high, you realize how big Dallas is. And how small you are in comparison to a city of that rediculous size. The buildings monumental. The sky itself looking as if to eat the buildings for tempting it’s scorn. Being so tall. Anywho, we end up traveling to mcdonalds, I buy two hashbrowns and they were gone before we walked out of the front door. Spent the rest of the time during the layover talking entirely too much about every little detail of whatever story was being told by anyone. As if I was there. And then I got on the bus and promptly passed the fuck out.

Rule of thumb: Don’t trust people when they say “Wanna leave the depo” But god damn, trust a carny.