today it was dumping rain in the morning, so i bused to work. the ride in is always nice. the 7:56am from capitol hill to downtown is pretty chill. people reading or speaking quietly to each other are occasionally interrupted by a comment or two from the bus driver. this morning i remembered why i like the bus, the city of seattle, and my life in general.

afternoons are a different beast. settling into a long piece on torture in the new yorker, i was wondering just how much torture i could endure before i cracked. a little? a lot? what variety? but as soon as two separate high-volume conversations erupted, i figured out the answer to my hypothetical torture question: zero.

both conversations were what i would consider oversharing: a dude aggressively whining to a friend about being cuckolded by a woman fresh out of jail (”if she needed dick, she shoulda just called me!”), and a woman complaining in excruciating detail about hiv tests, pap smears and fellas who wanted to be with her while she was away in rehab (”dude said he woulda moved in across the street from the in-patient place just to be near me! but he too crazy, so fuck it.”). occasionally the woman would take time out from her phone call to comment on the cuckold’s problems (”i woulda done it to you too, with an attitude like that.”).

i had my ipod up as loud as i could bear but the painful, painful conversations cut through the painful blaring of rock music in my head until the ride-free zone ended (how can something that’s so good for the environment be so bad for my mental state? i don’t get it.).

mia and i move in two weeks. if the new bus line isn’t better than the current one, i’m going to have to rethink my ride-the-bus-through-the-rainy-season strategy.

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