Stuff and Moonshine

I can't stand sitting on a bus with rambling or screaming loonies. I'll get off and get the next bus. It reminds me too much of the sleepless two days I once spent one Christmas when my dad went off his meds. When I was living in St. James Town downtown there used to be this one woman who would scream about the KGB and if you got off the bus to avoid her she would get off too and follow you around for the rest of the day just to make sure you didn't miss any of it.