#35

I learned something about another bus route today. I've been a light rail rider for the last couple of years, and have only ridden the bus intermittently, but it's like riding a bike, I guess. Anyway, I boarded the no. 35 and sat, for the better part of an hour, with the meth-addicted population of the city.

I heard snatches of conversation that included things like "my best friend, who just got out of prison..." and "that drug program is too strict..."

it was a long ride in so many ways.

I know from riding the no. 21, which couriers a different disenfranchised population, that eventually you become impervious to the initial depression that results from being so close to that level of hopelessness.