The only break I got was her ducking out to snort a couple of rails and me hiding in the restroom
to catch a quick nap on the toilet. We were the only 2 people, other than the ticket lady and janitor,
in the bus station. This made certain our future as travel buddies.
A travel buddy, for those in the know, is someone you would never pal around with outside long bus trips, rides to prison or Rainbow Gatherings. They are not the sort of people you would bring home to meet the family, or want to be seen with in daylight.
© Charles Scott 2014
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