The Bus Trip that Pete Planned

So as many of you know, I took a Greyhound bus trip from Cincy home to St. Louis yesterday, all 9 hours worth. I called it, the "The Bus Trip that Pete Planned". "Why?" doesn't come as a shock to anyone, one more laugh at old Hicks as he endulges himself in a taste of society's finest.

Where to start? Maybe with Cincinnati, the beginning of my trip, where the smell of mary jane ran rampant in the entrance to the depot? Or maybe the young white guy with his father wearing black boots, black pants, a black cut-off shirt, black driving gloves (yes, driving gloves without the fingers) sporting a limp in his walk? Or maybe the guys who were picking a fight. Oh, I also don't want to forget the illustrious "bootyshaking" by some young ladies. Either way, this was only the beginning. I just thought, what would Pete say. "Ha Ha Ha" is what he would say in that devilish laugh of his.

After the short trip to Indianapolis, and a much needed nap, I was once again thrust into another venture with our countries finest inhabitants. Lets start with how many times I saw weed... three times. How many times I was asked for papers... twice. How many times was I asked if I wanted a sip of "something" by a man from Daytona's paper bag... once. And to top it all off, this same Daytona "local" was quite vocal about his constipation before his ride to Detroit in the public restroom during my two hour layover. I just thought again to myself, boy would Pete love this story.

So the bus pulled away and I gave a quick "Westside" to my newfound homies and I was on to the next town, Effingham, Illinois, home of the largest cross. As the bus ride went on, I figured, this can't get much more uncomfortable can it? Maybe just a little, it seems as if my good luck outside the bus had now come into the bus. We'll start with the annoying Australian chick, the one who looked as if the bus was a short stop on her save the world mission (Zlatic knows what I'm saying). It was easily the only time I didn't think a foreign accent was hot. And to boot, she had the bus driver turn down the A/C, which in turn made me sweat profusely from my underarms, as usual. Lastly there was the extremely overweight man who talked to much, and the other large man who snored loudly.

Almost home I thought, Pete is just laughing his ass off up there. I accepted that laughter and laughed with him, tearing up with my head held high and thinking of his perspective on life.

There is so much more to tell and say about this trip but I realize I'm getting a little long here. So I'll leave this story at... Pete, you were that special friend, that one who went the extra mile, even when it meant spending money. I'll always remember you as my lifelong friend and now, all of our guardian angel. Thanks for the great trip and the many laughs we shared.