The Bus

I find it odd, how soothing a bus ride around the city can be. While others lay on their horns and drive around psychotically, I manage to sit back and meditate during my twenty minute commute.



For the longest time I kept getting these terrible stomach aches which would feed my neurotic hypochondriac mind. I would start to get diarrhea, and even find mucus and a little blood in the toilet. Since my grandpa died from colon cancer and the family was plagued with early colon screenings, I reasoned that it was only a matter of time before the statistics passed by every living relative and found me.



The thoughts of dying have crossed my mind bi-curiously. I'm not really sure what I believe due to my religious upbringing and my now realistic outlook on life. Where do people like me end up? Or better yet...do we even end up anywhere besides in the ground or dust in a river?



Kimber used to always say "life's a preview of the big party we're meant to rock out to." I never really understood that. Either it was incredibly profound, or the most shallow and conceited thing a person could say. You decide.