I love to sit in the very back of the bus when I travel by such. When I went to San Antonio, there was a lone girl sitting in the three seats across from the toilet thing. I asked if someone was sitting there but she just looked at me.
I repeated my question.
Again, the dumb-founded look.
In my head, I said, "I paid for a seat and I want the one by the window" so I claimed it.
We got to chatting.
"The reason I didn't understand you," she told me, "was because I'm stoned."
"Oh,"I said.
She asked where I was heading and I told her.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"To Corpus Christi," she replied. "To a rehab."
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