7.

When I've finished screaming the mood shifts from awkward to extremely uncomfortable. My outburst at first warrants shock from the woman but she quickly starts to feel fear. Is invoking fear worse or better than disgust? I don't know. This ride has taken me from embarrassed to rage and now a steady mixture of both. I'd take something to calm myself down but I don't want her to be able to add that to her story. I'd turn from an insane degenerate to a drug addled psycho. She collects her things and scurries to the front of the bus and now I am alone. A new segregation is in effect except its now front of the bus normal people, back of the bus fucking asshole crazies. Shit, how did things end up this way? This shit wouldn't have happened to me a year ago. I was lot more put together. Like a puzzle 80% done on the kitchen table. Someone got frustrated and scooped me back in the box. And now I am just jumbled fragments. The motor hums in a dull low tone and the florescent lights flicker with every bounce. How much longer is this ride gonna be?