So I'm on the bus this morning, angry at the world because you know how it is when listening to an old CD -- I wonder whatever happened to the host -- on new technology; even turning it up to eleven doesn't always drown out the banality of public transportation conversations.
It's 6h15 am. Shut the fuck up and look out the window.
And would it kill you to brush your teeth?
Seriously, even if I'm only one seat away I should not be able to smell your carefully cultivated halitosis. But what really got me was the following. In my quest, dashed because of the darkly tinted plastic advertising mesh affixed upon the glass outside, of trying to
catch a glimpse of hot business chick cleavage find a portal to an old memory that I know lies hidden within the rapidly shifting and disappearing details in the skies, I noticed, while we were stopped at a red light, this:
Except these were larger and, yes, blue.
This proves once and for all that Cuyahoga County is indeed Real America®. Now if we could only update our nuclear arsenal. I don't like the way Summit County has been rattling its saber.