I just got back from a combo Greyhound with a 60 day Pass and 20 days in the Caribbean a total of 50 days of travel. I was in Barbados, Grenada, St. Vincent and St. Lucia. When I was in Cincinnati I met a Black Girl who went to Ohio State who was making her first Greyhound Trip going from Atlanta to Columbus and she told me that she had just called her girlfriend to say that a lot of Trashy People take the Greyhound (I don't know where she got that idea) she told me that some guy with half his teeth missing had asked her if she wanted to smoke reefer in the bus' restroom and that after sitting next to some other guy that she had washed her arms (maybe that'll make its way into the common parlance He Made Me Wash My Arms).Bathrooms in bus depots are unsavoury places.
Saturday, May 19, 2012
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Atlanta to Columbus?
Good grief, that'd take a lot of forbearance.
I've taken the bus from D.C. to NYC. More than that would be hard to take.
It's a shame we don't have a better national passenger rail system.
In fact, that'd be a fine, job-creating stimulus idea.
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It's a shame we don't have a better national passenger rail system.
Look how many classic thriller movies are set -- partly or completely -- on trains.
Number of classic thriller movies set partly or completely on Greyhound coaches? 2/3 of fuck-all.
Speed?
The Vamoose from Bethesda to NYC is awesome. $50, filled with suburbanites with decent hygiene.
"Strangers on a Train"
"Leave Her to Heaven"
"The Women"
I rate for trains.
The great PDX Flapdoodle.
That would not have been anywhere near as amusing on a bus.
Even a PCI Bus...
Murder on the Orient Express...
The Marrow Margin [1952 version]...
North by North-West [in parts]...
Horror Express...
Actually one of these is not really a classic thriller.
Took the Dawg from L.A. to Seattle once.
I wisht I'd had some reefer to smoke.
Favorite bus station rest room graffiti: "Show hard for blow."
Bouffant's experience brings to the fore the overwhelming communication problem that Americans, being semi-literate at best, struggle from.
What is the quid pro quo in his anecdote? One can "show hard", but what would one receive in return?
Might one expect a line of fine Peruvian cocaine ("Blow"), or was this, from the very beginning, nothing more than a sexual negotiation, erections being flaunted in return for oral sex?
Either seems to be a perfectly reasonable opening position, indeed, one Jamie Dimon would recognize as negotiated services and product delivery, but it's impossible to determine one's interest in the transaction when the ultimate return is ambiguous, at best...
"It Happened One Night" is an obvious bus movie, but my favorite is Totoro. Funnily enough the last two movies I watched were "Spinal Tap" and "Bread and Tulips," both of which have prominent bus scenes. Apparently the film Michel Gondry is working on RIGHT THIS SECOND is a bus movie. In short, Smut can EAT IT.
Buses have good songs.
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