Biiiiiiiiig bus day. Thirty hours of riding a bus and I might have been awake for two hours of it. Stayed out all night the night before so sleeping on the bus was easy. I was surrounded by babies and a couple loud people but things didn't get interesting until the crazy guy boarded the bus. Best way to describe him would be a drifter but crazy might be more accurate. He was constantly singing to himself and talking to himself. Full conversations about things he's done and places he's been arrested. At one point he was really excited about being able to listen to his radio. Fine, seems like something to get excited about. He pulls out this crazy bedside clock radio that is just a mess of cords and he is talking about how it is a prison issue radio from one if his friends that did ten years so it has sentimental value. So crazy. Just really crazy.
Thirty hours of sleep is what I need after some time in Texas though. Austin and San Antonio you did be in, yes you did.
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