Metro Bus Chronicles #2

Just finished a book, Then We Came To The End, and am starting another, X Saves the World. What commitment to future-gas and carbon karma is this, this riding the bus exercise? Damned if I know - I don't think it is saving me any money, I don't think I'm using up $2.50 worth of gas driving 14 miles round trip to Venice in my VW Jetta. The guy next to me smells like weed and the lady in front like Arial laundry soap, which reminds me of Paris, not Tijuana. There are those of us with iPods and those without, I notice. I can't help telling people at work that I've taken a bus. Its like leaking a dirty secret. There's just more to see at street level. The sun in the window feels good.