The smell was bad, I mean bad enough that my nasal senses just said, “Fuck it” and shut off.
So I’m on the bus and there were some interesting people on it.
So I was on the bus and there was some interesting people on it.
The whole time I’m walking back I’m saying to myself, “I mean I’m an impulsive idiot. Going on the bus for fun, who does that? You asshole, now you’re walking what seems to be five miles ‘cause my legs hurt and my throat feels like I’ve ran a mile far too fast for my current physical shape.”
The whole time I was walking back, I was saying to myself, "I mean I'm an impulsive idiot.