Here I sit awaiting the bus on a bed of grass. The streets seem busy. This is a busy city. I try to keep out of people's way, when I can. I do my part to facilitate the flow of traffic. Every car strikes me as a statement. How lucky I am, to never haven driven. A girl approaches. She walks by and stops. Beautiful hair. A dude walks past. A girl walks the other way, this girl is wearing a pink sweater. Here we have an asian dudde wearing sunglassess... looks vaguely like a doctor. Cars stream by constantly.
I got on the bus. It is very crowded. I took one of the handicapped seats. People are standing but I insist on sitting. The bus cannot be healthy. Sitting across from me is a girl who has dyed her hair blonde, or so it appears. To my left is another girl who is wearing moccassins. The bus is very full of people. This is a crowded bus. I hear coughing. Is someone sick? it doesn't sound like a sick cough. Germs are contagious.
There is a dude sitting across from em with very bright orange hair. He has a lot of freckles. Many people are wearing poppies, since it is November. I feel vaguely uneasy being present on this bus. The girl who is sitting across from me is doing something with her hair. The guy to my right smells funny and is making a strange movement. There are so many people crammed into such a small place. The girl on my left has a semi-clenched fist. The asian guy who I was about to interview (until he pointed out that the bus was coming) has a very serious face. His backpack partially obstructs the view of the red headed ogre from Scotland. Of course I do not actually know if he is from Scotland, but that is the impression one get's when glimpsing at this person. There is a very old man directly in front of me... he is not wearing a poppy. Neither am I He seems to be looking at people. There is a girl with glasses near the front of the bus looking out. The bus seems to be predominately occupied by younger people. The glasses girl just moved back as people who were standing in the middle got off the bus. I feel happy to be sitting down on my journey. I am near my apartment at Oxford and Adelaide. I suspect the girl beside me is reading what I am writing. Should I get off the bus? Should I stay on the bus? Decisions, decisions. I guess I will get off... but I kind of want to stay on. I want to do some interviews but the busy is really too crowded for interviews. The girl to my left gathered her things a little bit but was just gathering not getting off, apparently. People are generally very quiet on the bus. A girl just sneezed twice and she looked around a bit with her eyes, maybe to see if anyone noticed. A girl wearing a brown scarf just got on the bus and is standing right in front of me. She is holding a book called "assholes finish first". I imagine it is not a very interesting book, given the title, probably has something to do with psychology, maybe vaguely related to Richard Dawkings.
A girl keeps running her hair through her fingers. This is my stop, I suppose.

new bus blog

I am sitting on a bus. The bus is very brightly light. I tripped over myself on the way to the bus. My toe hurts. A girl is reading a book called the look. There is a highschool kid who is primping We are at Oxford and Richmond. It is difficult to write in this seat. That makes it all the more worth while. People are getting off the bus. People are boarding the bus Two guys sit down to my left. A guy directly in front of me is trying not to look at me. His name is Mike. He keeps looking side to side.
I am preaching revolution on a bus. It is a very sedated revolution, filled will happiness and joy. We just want everyone to be free and love one another. Property rights are very important. There are only guys on this bus. That is unfortunate. I did some campaigning on the bus, sharing my ideas with people and expresssing my views. It was pretty successful. An old woman gets on the bus. We are almost downtown now, I hope. It is 10:14 pm. My hobby amuses me endlessly. There are no cute girls on this bus, unfortunately. My battery is running a little low. I feel the need to defecate. There is a girl at the front of the bus. All I can see of her is her hair and a white jacket. She seems cute. I enjoyed campaining on the bus. Two girls get on the bus, showing their bus pass. The bus is a very interesting way to meet people. All sorts of people get on the bus. This bus is moving rapidly. An old woman gets off the bus. The drugs are wearing off. I need to get higher. A young kid moves to the middle of the bus. There is a voice being broadcast over the bus. I cannot wait to get back to my apartment. I love my hobby, bus blogging. There are still another two hours to go. This bus is sparsely populated. There is a really gross guy with a shaved head and pimples sticking out onwith ear my right. On my left there are two brown skinned fellows with earings. They seem vaguely gay. Maybe they are. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I wish I could see more cute chicks... but alas, that is not to be. Where are we, I wonder? I wish to get off the bus. I want to go back to my apartment and do more drugs. I love my hobby, bus tripping. The two brown guys are talking about Family Guy the cartoon show. I cannot stand watching television lately. Someone has a really loud annoying ring tone. Where am i? what street am I on? It is 20 after 10. It is very dark out. The bus turns left. I think I am at Richmond and Regent. Two girls exist the bus. They are a little too chubby for my liking. I see only one cute girl six rows ahead. All I can see of her is her hair, and a collarede jacket and her ears.
The bus has stalled. I guess we are waiting for people to get on the bus. I am sobering up now. I need to stop eating so frantically... it is giving me indigestion. Earlier I was joking with some people and I told them I was manic... not manic depressive, just manic. I had a point. It looks like I am back downtown again. I do not like this bus, becase of how the seats are. Every bus is different. Every bus is unique. I will need to bring my cam corder with me on my next bus ride, but I am afraid I will lose it. An old lady gets on the bus. Soon we will be back at my apartment. I love my hobby of bus blogging. It is the greatest. I am getting close to my apartment now. Soon I will have more drugs. Hurray!
A talkative black guy getson the bus. He slaps the ugly white guy on the shoulder. They appear to be friends of some sort.

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I am on a crowded bus. There are a lot of people on this bus. The bus seems busy. In front of me is a girl with auburn hair. There are track marks on the floor of the bus. This bus is diry. Two girls sit chatting avidly in front of me. It feels like the bus is in a hurry. We are at Oxford and Adelaideish. My headphones protect me from the world... from the sounds of other people. My foot hurts. It is a vague sort of pain. There is a glimmer in the grime on the floor of the bus... something about diamonds. A girl has requested a stop. Directly in front of me are a blonde and a brunette. The blonde seems vaguely annoying and the bruenttte seems tolerant. The bus is shaking. Sadly there are a lot of dudes on this bus. Directly to my left is a cute blonde. To my right is a hipster doofus. The blonde has painted her fingernails purple and all I can see of her is her hair.
A korean girl shows her face. I say korean but I am certainly no authority on south central east asia. Directly in front of me remain a blonde and a brunette. The brunette is peering at me. She seems vaguely pretty. The blonde has some annoying mannerisms about her. I return to Oxbury mall. What bus am I on, I wonder? Of the duo, the bruentte is much cuter than the blonde.
The duo departs. So does a guy who is sitting to the right of me holding a package. A girl just pointed at me and I am trying not to smile.
People fill the bus. I guess we are at some sort of central bussing place... a nexus of some kind. There is a girl with golden hair sitting by herself running her hand through her hair. She has earphones in her ears. A girl sits down beside me. I thought my black berry went off but apparently it did not. The golden coloured hair girl is wearing a scarf which she clutches nervously. She readjusts her ipod and looks out the window of the bus. Two seats ahead of her a girl has a towel attached to her back pack. This must be some sort of a student - beach fushion blend. The guy directly infront of me is dumbly nodding his head and a girl eats.
I just had a conversation with a cute chinese girl who told me she was eating an energy bar. It was difficult to really express oursleves fully but she has a great grasp of english and I did my best to learn a Mandarin phrase. Perhaps someday I will be able to speak Madarin or Cantonese. I hope so. Directly in front of me is some pimply faced university guy... he seems boring. Goldilacks is still here... the girl from before. She seems rather pleased with herself. Probably enjoying the music that is playing from her ipod or maybe she is happy to be near her distination. The girl who I chatted with is making motions like she is going to get off the bus. She told me her name is "Cindy" and I asked her what her real name is. She seemed very nice. The bus is suspiciously quiet. I love Canada. The bus driver is waiting. The bus departs.
I am blogging from a crowded bus. I do not have any measure to estimate the number of people on the bus. It is a moderately crowded bus... an appropiate number of people per seat. We have arrived at Richmond and Dundas or actually Talbot and Dundas. I sat beside a hot chick and now have the entire seat to myself. There are a lot of strange people who ride the bus. I guess this is what people do. They ride the bus to their work and their jobs. There is an idiot standing in front of the bus. The bus has stalled. Bussses are unhealthy. A girl emarks. There is an eclectic range of people on this bus. In front of me are two very old people, they look like native americans. A checkoslovakian looking woman is in front of them. Generally people who ride the bus are unattractive, but perhaps there are rare exceptions. The bus is currently turning onto a street. Two passengers board the bus. Poppies are everywhere. The presence of poppies reminds me of the conversation I had with the German man not very long ago about the second world war. Sitting in the medical building at 450 central I encountered a man of German descent who described to me the circumstances in which he had been raised;. This bus route reminds me of my origin, growing up along the cove road. I wonder what bus I am on. I do not really care.
My vision is still a little blurry and I cannot quite express the proper vernacular to manouever my self. Sometimes I don't even know what I mean, which is a little frightnening. This is an old bus, packed to the brim of seats but no standers. What's up with that. We are near Eli and Raes house. Eli and Rae are in Mexico currently, part of their honeymoon. A strange looking foreigner is wearing a suit. I want to interview someone. It is not easy to interview someone on a bus.
The music keeps me entertained. Where is this bus heading. I am a long way from home. My toe feels numb because there is nerve damage in it. A stop has been requested. A couple depart. The girl wears the most interesting stockings. They seem a dire couple. Dreery. Probably unhappy. A fat bearded man leaves the bus. The bus is losing passengers. I count seven people in front of me and a few more behind me. The checkoslovaklian looking lady is still here. but a lot of the seats are empty. There are a lot of people behind me but I cannot describe what I cannot see. A girl gets off the bus. All I can see is her hair. It is very nice hair.
My left big toe hurts. It is an interesting pain. A pain of rebirth. The bus winds it's way through the streets.... somehow this bus get's people from their work to their home. Life is simple for most people. You work, get paid, go home, get up... Get on the bus get off the bus. I am at a light. The intersection is Andover and Beechwood - or something like that. There is a girl with beautiful brown hair getting off the buss. She just pulled the string that signals a stop. She is youthful. She departs. There are trees where we are. I am not sure what part of town this is. I want to interview someone. I guess it is in the south end of town somewhere. Hopefully this bus takes me back downtown... I am a long way from home. I want to interview someone... someone who has something interesting to say. Mostly I want to interview someone who just gets on the bus and has a long bus ride to go yet. The foreigner wearing a suit departs at some sort of a mall. I do not recognize this mall. London is a big city.
I just asked a girl if she would like to be the subjevt of a interview and she declined so I am going to blog about her. She is wearing a sweater and has several earings in her ear. I asked her if she wanted to be the subject of an interview... at first she tried ignoring me, then I repeated and she said "no thank you". She has ear buds in her ears and her hair is tied back in a pony tail. I can see four earings in her left year. She seems standoffish.
I just had a brief fight with the bus driver. Apparently he thinks it is wrong for me to blog on the bus and ask people questions. I do not care much for what he thinks. He even stopped the bus and yelled at me but I resolved the problem because someone needed to get their drugs and it wasn't me. Now the bus driver is radioing in what I am doing and complaining about it. I think that is rather funny. No matter where I go, no matter what I do I always get in some kind of trouble.
I am eager to get back to my apartment. Slowly the bus is filling again with people. There is a very cute girl sitting in front of me. I wanted to interview her but she had headphones in and could not hear me. She is wearing a purple hat and a black and white jacket. The fall is a wonderful time of year.

random blog entry

I just killed a spider. I am on the city bus. The spider was crawling all over my bus. There is something off pudding about this bus. I receive negative vibes from the bus. It is an old and deteriorated bus. To my left is a typical canadian with his hands clenched in his lap. This bus is war torn. We are driving up some street, maybe Richmond. The bus bumps. It is uncomfortable to sit on the bus. This is a crowded section of the bus. Keep your germs to yourself. I am curious about the other occupants of this bus. There is no one in front of me. This bus seems to be predomintably occupied by men. A girl gets on the bus. A guy with long hair also gets on the bus. To my left there is a man who looks like he is of It Vietnamiese descent and to my right is a couple with dark skin. They are having a conversation. It probably is not very interesting. A girl with very long hair departs the bus.
It is strange to sit on the side of the bus. Bus seats are placed hap hazardly without regard for commen sense or logic. A man departs the bus. From the corner of my eye I see a cute chinses girl. She is looking forward. This bus is moderately crowded. There are a lot of open seats, it is not jammed pack but still. I switched seats. From here I spy two girls. All I can see is there hair. One of them is brunette and the other is dark haired died blonde. The bus is stalled. The bus is stuck.
The bus is idling. This must be bad for the environment. No one is getting on the bus. A girl just asked if she could be let off the bus. She was bored I presume. She must attend this university. Now she is sitting on the bus. What I am curious about is if she wanted to get off the bus, why did she not do so. Perhaps she does not know what she wants and is stuck riding the bus. This girl has dark brown hair and just rang the bus string. Apparently she has had enough. There is a black girl on the bus. She looks very serious.
I see only two people in front of me, aside from the bus driver. The guy on my left loks like a bit of a douche. He has gel in his hair and is staring forward. The serious black girl is the only other +passenger, aside from the douche, and she is not doing anything at the moment. She wears glasses and earings and a black leather jacket. There is one guy behind me. Bit of a creeper.
The bus is stalled. I guess we are waiting for whatever... for the bus driver to catch up to his route or some such. The guy in front of me has red hair and glasses. His pants balloon at the end. Right now the bus is shaking and standing in place.
I did a quick interview with some kid and am now almost alone on a deserted bus. There are three other passengers aside from me and the bus driver. The bus has stopped. Hopefully more people will get on soon. From the curve in the road it looks like we are near the Grand street liquor store but there is really no telling what is going on. An ugly lady ahead of me is talking on her phone. She has a blackberry just as I do. The douche is still on this bus. I do not like this guy. His gelled hair seems phony and his glasses... well there is nothing bad I can really say about his glasses. It sucks that his eyesight is going. I am quite glad my own eyesight is not yet fading. It appears we are back in Old North, from the looks of the street. I used to bike these roads. I am looking forward to getting off the bus and getting high again. A hot blonde walks up to the bus. She is very young and sits down at the front of the bus. It is very difficult to see her because another passenger blocks my view. I shift seats so I can see her better. A cute girl gets on the bus. This bus ride is looking up. Both of the girls are sitting in their seats facing the front and all I can see is their hair.
There are three girls on the bus. Make that two. One of the girls who just got on the bus got off. She just took the bus for a block or two. Alas. She must not have been a serious bus rider. Maybe she just took the bus for a lark, or decided she wanted to walk. there are two girls left on the bus. The black girl from earlier and a girl with red hair and a back pack. Some dude gets on the bus. What a loser. What street am I at? Where am I? I have no idea. I do not recognize this part of the city and it is tough to see through the windows being webbed as they are. All I can see is a no truck sign. Huron and something. Huron and Regent.
A girl gets off the bus. She is moderately attractive, nothing special really. I think I am back on Richmond now. No wait. The bus is crusing by the university hospital. I see writing the walll that says Hospital Parking Garage. My bus is behind another bus. We are going down hill now. There are some people on the side walk. Finally my bus passes the bus it was behind. Victory is ours! The bus is triumphant. And here I am at Oxford and Richmond. The drugs are starting to wear off and I am getting closer to my apartment. Very convenient. There are four people on this bus still... a black girl. the douche, some young teenage kid and a grey haired guy. No hot chicks, sadly. Perhaps on the next bus ride.
The bus is stalled in traffic. I feel safe in the bus. The bus is such a large automobile it would be difficult to damage me in the bus. Earlier I asked a bus driver if it was difficult to drive a bus and he said no, but I suspect it is. Once you get good at something you discount the time it takes you to learn the skill. Some bus drivers are better than others. A girl on her cell phone gets off the bus, and is thrown forward by inertia. I am almost back at my apartment and am very excited abotu that. Oxford at Waterloo, a female electronic voice calls out to me. An old man wearing a poppy walks by.
Just a few more stops and I will get back to my ketamine. What a great hobby I have, riding the bus and then blogging about it. It truly is a fun time. The bus turns right on Colborne. I really do like London's transit system. It took a lot of work to figure it all out and it is very coin
I am on a moderately crowded bus. We are waiting at a street. I just lost my ipod and head phones. I am disappointed in this loss... just he hazards of bus travels I suppose. When you take the bus all the time you are bound to lose things. There is are two dark skinned men sitting near by me and a girl drinking a starbucks drink to my left. An old chinese guy looks tired. This bus is right downtown.
I asked one of the passengers if he would like to be interviewed. He declined in a manner that showed some amusement at the conept. This bus is full of people. It is at exactly the right number of people per seat. That is not to say that every seat is full, but rather that there is a comfortable level of occuptancy on the bus. I asked a girl she would like to be interviewed.... she declines. 18 people on the bus. That is how many I count. There might be more, I did not take any pains in counting the people on the bus. This is not an accurate census just a rough estimate. A chocholate colored boy gets on the bus. There are some voices in wafting in the distance but I pay no attention to them.
A cute girl gets on the bus and sits down at the front. The bus seems evenly mixed in gender. There is a guy wearing a bandana on his forehead. He looks like a retard. Four girls get on the bus. Three of them are asian. They stand. The asain girl standing closest to me has a yellow tie in her hair and a monkey on her back pack. She is talking to her friend in an Oriental language. I wish I could speak mandarin or Cantonese. They talk to each other rapidly while sipping tim hortons coffee. The two chinese girls are sitting together. All I can see of them is their hair and their necks. The one on the left wears a back pack. Perhaps she is in high school.
The bus is at Adelaide and Huron. We have come to a complete stop. The bus vibrates in a jarring fashion. It makes people uncomfortable. There is a girl sitting alone behind the two chines girls. She is also chinese, or so it appears. I bet she is bored. The two chinese girls talking to each other in their foreign language get off the bus. Who knos what they were talking about. People get on, people get off. A bunch of old dudes get on the bus. What a sad bus ride... cute chinese girls get off the bus and old white dudes get on... that is not a welcome change in my books.
The area around me is getting less crowded, which I like. There are still a lot of people on the bus. I think we are near Adelaide and Fanshawe. Maybe not. The girl who is sittting beside me two seats over has a purple purse and is wearing faded blue jeans. This is the girl who was drinking starbucks earlier. She just got off the bus.
The old chinese guy who is close to me is still on the bus. When will he get off, I wonder? At the front of the bus is a girl wearing snlasses and headphones looking around. She has brown boots and is wearing blue jeans. Fairly pretty. She keeps looking back. Now she is staring straight ahead. Finally the old chinese guy gets off the bus. The girl with sunglasses at the front of the bus is incognito with her irsises, but I think she keeps looking back at me. Two guys get on the bus.I know one of them.

november 11th... bus bloggign

The bus I just got on has tinted windows... not quite tinted more of a hazy feel to them. It must be some sort of christmas theme. A girl just got on the bus. She is blonde and cute. She sat down near me, towards the back of the bus. I am sitting at the absolute back of the bus, listening to my ipod through my headphones. The bus is at a stop. We are waiting for the light to change. I count five other people on the bus but there is a sixth person I cannot quite see. I see their leg and their shoe. A lady stands at the front of the bus talking to the bus driver. I am feeling too warm. The lady talking to the bus driver sits down. Where is this bus heading, I wonder? It is a very convenient bus, given that I had just got out of my apartment and there it was. I ran to catch it. A man departs the bus, or I should say he prepares to depart the bus.
The bus is turning right on Richmond. It is an almost deserted bus. I want to do an interview but no one is sitting close enough to me. Soon. Riding the bus is inconvenient. There is a lot of starting and stopping. Lady Gaga blares in my head phones. Vageuly my head hurts.
This morning I went to the hospital because I was in pain. The doctor was pretty nice and gave me a perscription but the pain had gone away by the time he got there. Luckily I did not die. I took a taxi to the hospital. I thought it was an overdose or withdrawal pain... the doctor told me it couldn't be related to the ketamine. I am not really sure what was going on but I feel a lot bettter now. I vomited earlier today. Also I lost my debit card at some point. Should probably get that replaced. We are at St. Joesphs hospital now and the cute blonde is getting off the bus. All I can see of this girl is her hair. I count four people, aside from myself and the bus driver on this bus. It would be safe to say this is a deserted bus. A lady carries a baby off the bus in a stroller. There is a muslim looking woman and an old guy left. I say she looks like she is a Muslim because she has a purple cloth covering her head. She just looked back at me. Sometimes I ironically call muslims Terrorists. I noticed the inverse punctuation here but left it, although one cannot say I did it purposefully. A hidden lady departs the bus, or prepares to. She was blocked from my sight by the divider. Right now we are at adelaide and huron.

The bus is cruising by some apartment buildings. No one is getting on the bus. I see three people aside from myself and the bus driver. We have the muslim lady from earlier, an old white gentleman and an old ladyish looking person. I say ladyish because I am not 100% sure on the gender from this angle. People beA lady gin to board the bus.
An asian guy who is talking on his phone gets on, as well as a couple of old ladies and a young strange woman. There are many poppies being worn by people. Myself, I do not wear a poppy. The bus waits. A fat girl just got on the bus. A lady gets off the bus. As we sit here waiting the bus vibrates strangely. There is an older woman who's hair is bright red sitting near the front of the bus. That is clearly not her real hair colour... it is sort of a strange purplish red colour. Vaguely reminiscient of a peacock. A very pretty girl boards the bus. She says a few words o the bus driver and sits down. She is wearing jeans and and boots and looking through her purse. The bus driver just exited the bus. The asain guy used his bus pass to scratch his head. The cute girl is applying lipstick and beautifying herself. The bus driver reboards and is standing side his seat sipping something. I woner what he is drinking? Maybe coffee? He is now standing in the entrance of the bus where people would noramlly get on. Maybe he is ahead of schedule and is killing time to catch up. A cute asian girl gets on the bus and takes a seat not very far away from me. She has gorgeous hair, sort of a light chestnut colour to it. She is well groomed. I hear coughing. Who is coughing? I feel unwell. Vaguely.
Time drags on. Why are we waiting here. The bus begins to roar. The bus begins to move. I wonder if taking the bus so often can make you sick. From all the germs of all the people. I am trying to keep my mouth shut. The cute blonde is reading the advertisements on the bus. She must be bored. I should interview her, but I do not want to get up and move. A security guard boards the bus. He is wearing a poppy and has head phones in. I want to interview someone. The bus is beginning to fill. A girl gets n the bus and walks closer to me. I think if someone sits in the seats directly in front of me on my left and right I will ask them if they want to be interviewed. An old lady lets a young lady out. The young lady doesn't get off the bus but instead returns to her seat. A guy just sat down near me and I asked him if he wanted to be interviewed. He said no. I want to interview him but it is of no consequence. I feel vaguely nauseaus and am eager to return home to my apartment.
An asian guy gets on the bus. I want to interview him. I talked with Eric, a chinese guy, but he would not consent to a filmed interview. Apparently he is studying economics. I told him to vote for me in the provincial election. I think our conversation made him uncomfortable and he probably did not understand a lot of what I said, since his English was still rather rudimentary but I did my best to explain things to him and he taught me how to say hello in Cantonese. I wish to learn how to speak Chinese for when I visit Macau. He is a student of economics and I wanted to discuss the subject with him but he did not know much about it, or maybe he couldn't speak English that well. Who is to say. I got him to say my name a few times and told him to vote for me. Maybe that worked... who knows. We'll find out in a year or so.
The bus is returning downtown. I want to go back to my apartment. I feel uneasy and sickish. Maybe i do have a fever. I am over heated. There is a cute girl standing at the front of the bus holding her purse. She just looked back. I need to upload some of the videos from my laptop to my youtube site. The bus is almost back downtown. The great thing about living where I do is most buses go there. I wish I felt better. Maybe I am dehydrated. My urine was very yellow when I gave a urine sample at the hospital.
The bus is turning left on Oxford. Bus blogging is not as fun when you are sober. I wish there was some way I could get high while on the bus, but I do not want to get arrested and I feel like doing drugs on the bus might end up with me getting arrested, so I may have to stick with doing drugs in my apartment and then walking to the bus and getting on the bus. At least I get some exercise this way. eric seemed like a nice guy... I hope he votes for me.

blogging from a crowded bus

I am blogging from a crowded bus. I do not have any measure to estimate the number of people on the bus. It is a moderately crowded bus... an appropiate number of people per seat. We have arrived at Richmond and Dundas or actually Talbot and Dundas. I sat beside a hot chick and now have the entire seat to myself. There are a lot of strange people who ride the bus. I guess this is what people do. They ride the bus to their work and their jobs. There is an idiot standing in front of the bus. The bus has stalled. Bussses are unhealthy. A girl emarks. There is an eclectic range of people on this bus. In front of me are two very old people, they look like native americans. A checkoslovakian looking woman is in front of them. Generally people who ride the bus are unattractive, but perhaps there are rare exceptions. The bus is currently turning onto a street. Two passengers board the bus. Poppies are everywhere. The presence of poppies reminds me of the conversation I had with the German man not very long ago about the second world war. Sitting in the medical building at 450 central I encountered a man of German descent who described to me the circumstances in which he had been raised;. This bus route reminds me of my origin, growing up along the cove road. I wonder what bus I am on. I do not really care.
My vision is still a little blurry and I cannot quite express the proper vernacular to manouever my self. Sometimes I don't even know what I mean, which is a little frightnening. This is an old bus, packed to the brim of seats but no standers. What's up with that. We are near Eli and Raes house. Eli and Rae are in Mexico currently, part of their honeymoon. A strange looking foreigner is wearing a suit. I want to interview someone. It is not easy to interview someone on a bus.
The music keeps me entertained. Where is this bus heading. I am a long way from home. My toe feels numb because there is nerve damage in it. A stop has been requested. A couple depart. The girl wears the most interesting stockings. They seem a dire couple. Dreery. Probably unhappy. A fat bearded man leaves the bus. The bus is losing passengers. I count seven people in front of me and a few more behind me. The checkoslovaklian looking lady is still here. but a lot of the seats are empty. There are a lot of people behind me but I cannot describe what I cannot see. A girl gets off the bus. All I can see is her hair. It is very nice hair.
My left big toe hurts. It is an interesting pain. A pain of rebirth. The bus winds it's way through the streets.... somehow this bus get's people from their work to their home. Life is simple for most people. You work, get paid, go home, get up... Get on the bus get off the bus. I am at a light. The intersection is Andover and Beechwood - or something like that. There is a girl with beautiful brown hair getting off the buss. She just pulled the string that signals a stop. She is youthful. She departs. There are trees where we are. I am not sure what part of town this is. I want to interview someone. I guess it is in the south end of town somewhere. Hopefully this bus takes me back downtown... I am a long way from home. I want to interview someone... someone who has something interesting to say. Mostly I want to interview someone who just gets on the bus and has a long bus ride to go yet. The foreigner wearing a suit departs at some sort of a mall. I do not recognize this mall. London is a big city.
I just asked a girl if she would like to be the subjevt of a interview and she declined so I am going to blog about her. She is wearing a sweater and has several earings in her ear. I asked her if she wanted to be the subject of an interview... at first she tried ignoring me, then I repeated and she said "no thank you". She has ear buds in her ears and her hair is tied back in a pony tail. I can see four earings in her left year. She seems standoffish.
I just had a brief fight with the bus driver. Apparently he thinks it is wrong for me to blog on the bus and ask people questions. I do not care much for what he thinks. He even stopped the bus and yelled at me but I resolved the problem because someone needed to get their drugs and it wasn't me. Now the bus driver is radioing in what I am doing and complaining about it. I think that is rather funny. No matter where I go, no matter what I do I always get in some kind of trouble.
I am eager to get back to my apartment. Slowly the bus is filling again with people. There is a very cute girl sitting in front of me. I wanted to interview her but she had headphones in and could not hear me. She is wearing a purple hat and a black and white jacket. The fall is a wonderful time of year.

bustripping

There are plenty of people on the bus. The bus is stopped. We are waiting at the bus. Bizarre. The bus is stuck in traffick. Here we go. The voyage begins. There is a dull repeating sound from the engine. Traffic is soooooooooooooo slow. Good time for an interview. There is a couple on my right finally the bus is moving. I see a girl with black hair. She is sitting on the bus. There is a blonde in front of her. They seem bored. To my left is a painter. I call this guy a painter because there are spackles of paint on his pants. The bus is moving now we are making progress. No longer is the bus stuck in traffic. A girl leaves the bus. This is a long bus route. My earphones cancel out the banalities of everyday conversation. I want to interview someone. A lot of people are geting on the bus. This bus is full of babes. Sweet deal. Ahead we have a baby carriage and two girls chatting away. An old man gets on the bus. The couple who are to my right are holding hands. It is cute. I wonder how they met. A woman is reading a book to my left. I cannot quite make out the title of the book or the author. It strikes me that on the bus is a good place to read. People depart the bus. A girl gets on. A girl with brown hair gets on the bus. I wonder where all these people go. There is no time for an interview here. Bus interviews are best when the bus is isolated.
An asian couple stands on the bus. She wears a red jacket, he carries a black knapsack. The couple from earlier is still here. When will this couple get off the bus. That is my question. This bus is noisy. A piece of garbage rests on the ground. The automated voice informs me we are at Huron and Adelaide.
I enjoy sharing with the passengers of the bus a tiny microcosym of life. From some where a one sided conversation is shouted out. Two asian girls chat loudly to my right and a black girl is reading "don't sweat the small stuff" at the back of the bus. A cute blonde leaves the bus. A black woman wearing a very interesting design gets on... it is red with black stripes sort of. You cannot quite call it a dress or shawl.... there is really no term for what this woman is wearing it is an article of clothing unlike most others.... the bus is slowly becoming less crowded, people are leaving the bus. An excitable blonde is having a very loud conversation on her cell phone... it seems like poor bus etiquette. Mostly people are silent.
A man in a wheelchair just got on the bus. He did so speedily and efficently, with due respect for others time. He obviously did not want to slow anyone down and regrets that pains are usually taken to keep things at his speed, so to speak. Having been without the use of my legs for a year I understand where he is coming from (back when I was hit by a truck). It is dark outside. Night time. This bus ride has exposed myself to an interesting cross section of humanity. An asian departs the bus. I have a vague general feeling of where I am but could not say specifically. I did bring my camcorder. Apparently I am at Kipps Lane. Hopefully this bus brings me back down town. I love my hobby, bus blogging.
There are only a few people left on the bus now. Well more than a few, it is not really a deserted bus. There is a girl with brown hair who seems attractive but might be fat. Her face does not look fat. She has a black coat and a grey sweater and her purse is beige with brown handles. Her hair does this silly stand on end thing that is quite amusing. Another painter boarded the bus... he is currrently busy tying his shoes. I suppose he is more re-tying than tying. There is a hole in the knee of his jeans, and it seems to speak of a decent character about the guy. An old lady gets off. She is wearing a greenish jacket, not entirely unlike mine.
The girl with the chestnut hair is still on the bus, hiding from my view, just sitting there purposelessly. I would like to interview her but feel this is not the time or the place... it just deos not feel right. She turned around and looked at me and then rapidly looked away. Just stealing a glance. Very funny actually. I wonder how long she will stay on the bus. She is getting off now. I do not get a great look at her, as she keeps herself mostly hidden.
I can count only four people in my sight at the moment. There is the wheel chair guy, the second painter, a mousy looking brunette an a strange south american looking fellow. Two young girls get on the bus... a blonde and a brunette... both fairly attractive. They are not together. The blonde is very young, probably in high school. The brunette is older... seems strung out. The blonde looks trouble... anxious. Something is bothering her.
Everyone seems to be minding their own business for the most part, which I guess is how busses roll. The bus driver just stopped the bus and came over and checked my bus pass... I guess it had been bothering him. A girl of around my age gets on the bus. The wheel chair guy is getting off and the bus driver is helping him do so. They both know what they are doing and it comes across seamlessly. In my vision there are only girls and all of them are looking away from me, except for the young high school blonde who is staring straight forward. She just pulled the cord and is getting off the bus. I just asked a guy if he wanted to be interviewed and he declined. He wears glasses and looks a little over weight. He is wearing brown shoes and cargo pants and a blue jacket. The girl who is closest to me is also wearing a blue jacket. All I can see of this girl is her hair and her clothes. That is actually all I can see of most of the girls on the bus. In my field of sight I have a blonde, with a red jacket, a brunette with a black jacket and a furred collar and a brunnettte with a blue jacket with a shabby collar. All I can see of these girls are there clothes and their hair. To my right there are a bunch of dudes, and to my left there are a bunch of chicks. The guy who declined my offer of an interview is stting staring straight ahead... probably thinking about something. What a long bus ride this is! I wish he had said yes. An older lady and a young child leave the bus... perhaps a mother daughter duo. I am back downtown and wish to return to my apartment. Another successful bus tripping attack. Sadly I did not acheive any propagandizing.... I will have to work on that. I brought my camcorder and everything. I did however get some writing done, which is good I think.

a youtube video

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QlT06CfLdBo

here is a youtube video i made

bus tripping

This bus simply lists as it's route University. There is a guy on the bus at the back wearing sunglasses and a girl who just got on has a pair of shoes dangling from her back pack. The gentleman to her left is sipping Tim Horton's as he listens to another person beside him. The bus is filling now, people are getting on and it is getting crowded.
A girl sits down directly in front of me. She is peering around, anxious not to stare at me but unsure of where to look. She seems nervous. Her backpack is pink with a brownish stain. People seem for the most part stationary and inert. Taking the bus must be an uncomfortable experience.
I wonder where all these people are going... what is their destination... what made them get on this bus? The girl on my left has an interesting pair of mittens. Should I ask her where she got them? Is that rude? What is proper etiquette for bus riding? What are the things one is allowed to do or not do on the bus? I feel like I am taking up too much space, but I also do not want anyone to sit too close to me. I guess I wouldn't be bothered by it. There are eight or 9 people standing. It is probably smarter to be standing on a bus than sitting on a bus... after all, you are gaining the benefit of exercise while standing. I presume most of these individuals on the bus are students... they mostly look like students. The guy in front of me, who is sitting right next to the girl with the dirty pink backpack is tapping his finger with his thumb as he listens to his ipod. There is now a guy standing directly in front of me. He is wearing some sort of a scarf and a poppy. He was facing me but has moved... I guess because he did not want to be rude. Of course no matter where you are on a bus you are going to be staring at someone. The bell dings... stop requested.
The two seats on my left are left momentarily vacant before being filled by a dude with gelled hair who is also listening to head phones. What music is he listening to, I wonder? I asked him. He is listening to Joseph and the Amazing Techni Colour Dream Coat. My sister used to be into that... I am not really sure what it is. We arrive at the university... perhaps people will depart from this bus now, since it is a "University" bus. The girl with her shoes attached to her backpack peered at me momentarily. I am really curious about why she has shoes attached to her backpack. She is now blocked by another girl with roots back pack. The guy who I asked what music he is listening to tried to read what I was writing but I suspet he cannot see the screen. Maybe he I can. Someone almost stepped on my foot. Dangerous hobby, bus riding.
We are now right into the university. I wonder if this bus will turn around and take me home so I can do more drugs and go out bus-blogging again. This hobby makes me ridiculously happy. I just asked a guy if he wanted to be interviewed but he declined. Owing to that experiment I predict that if I ask someone else they will also say no, so I will wait for a bit and then ask someone when that does not harbour over things. There is a term for that I think, for how people imitate and copy... I forget what I am talking about... also I don't think harbour was the right word. Maybe he said no because he knew he was getting off the bus. Almost everyone is getting off the bus now. It will be a lot less crowded, which can only be a good thing. As people depart I take a look at their feet... very interesting feet these people. The bus is completely empty now, except for myself, the bus driver and a girl at the front. Apparently the bus is called a "tripper" bus... that is what the bus driver told me. Very fitting.
Now I am waiting at the bus stop. I am not sure where to go or what to do. I think I want to go back to my apartment to do more drugs. What a silly hobby I have... but how amusing it is to me. I could catch the Wonderland but I have no idea what to do with that bus and I don`t think it takes me downtown. I hope I am waiting at the right bus stop... it is funny how I don`t know what bus I am going to catch, or where I am going to takehere is a d of makes the whole 'waiting' for a bus thing totally irrelevant... yet I still wish the bus would hurry up and arrive. There are a lot of girls here at the university... another bus arrives... this one is "not in service"... damn busses... I paid good money for my bus pass I want to use it! Apparently the 2 dundas should be here in two minutes... that is what the electronic display sign says. An interesting looking girl holding a manilla envelope walk racces by. A girl clutching her wallot has a worried look on her face. A grl w steps out from behind a pillar. She is holding her phone an clutching her fist nervously. A blonde looks lost. The 2C dundas arrives. I better get on. This is my bus. I head straight for the back. This is a very long bus... it looks like two busses stuck together. Busses smell funny and they vibrate. Slowly the bus begins to fill. If anyone sits near me, I will ask them if they would like to be interviewed. So far everyone has sat mostly to the front and middle of the bus, there is only one girl in the section past the last doors. She has a purple burret in her hair. A guy wearing a Miami sweater sits down in front of me.
A cute blonde gets on the bus and makes her way back but sits down nearly half way. The bus is getting packed.
I just had a long conversation with Nick, a fifth year math student. He consented to an interview but sadly my camcorder was out of charge. I need to get home to charge it ASAP. We are at oxford and riverside currently. I want to upload this blog as well. Nick voted NDP federally and we talked about that briefly... I told him to vote for me and shook his hand. He seemed like a nice guy. Did not vote in the federal election. It was a pretty good conversation... I felt I represented the libertarian party well. I need to use the word libertarian more often when speaking with people about politics. Make some converts. The bus went over a jump and I let out a woooo! It turned some heads. We are arriving now downtown... I will get out at Central or Colborne... Colborne I guess. Go back to my apartment and do some more drugs. I need to find a way to do the drugs while on the bus. That is really crucial. Bus tripping should be the name of my bus. Everyone but me and a brownish fellow are off the bus... he looked back at me so I said hello. He just took another look. I am smiliing hilariously. Today is a great day.
I am at Dundas and Richmond momentarily before continuing on. This is a noisy bus. Clarence, then Wellington, then Colborne. Soon I will get off the bus. Soon. The bus turns left on Wellington. How great!

6 richmond travels

I am sitting on the six richmond at 6 pm. This is a sparsely populated bus. My hobby seems so trivial yet it amuses me. An asian man is holding a slice of pizza and his pink finger nail painted girlfriend is holding a bottle of something. There are a lot of girls on this bus. A kid with a skateboard is getting off. A kid just sat down beside me wearing track pants and carrying a knapsack. There is a blonde girl wearing tights to my right. As the bus rolls down richmond I am distracted by the loudness of my ipod. The bus is getting packed now. It is 6:10 pm people are getting off the bus.
I just interviewed some kid Dan Anonymous who refuses to give his last name. It was a pretty boring interview and he did not really have too much to say but I tried to ask some interesting questions anyway. Apparently he likes basketball. I asked him if he would consider voting for me, four years from now.
The bus is at western now and I need to return home as sobreity is getting the best of me. There are two very cute blondes in my view at the moment. One is reading a hand out on what I believe to be titled civic republicanism and it is high lighted in green high lighter. There is also a creepy old dude wearing a "homeland security fighting terrorism since 1492" a play on native americans and governments or some such. Maybe nice is a better descriptor than creepy but I refuse to edit and he did have some strange stains on his left pant leg. A black girl is sitting across from me. Her hair is braided. To my right is an asian girl who is listening to music. Two cute blondes has become one. Her hands are very pale and I can see her viens at a distance. She must not get much sun. This is the girl who earleir was reading someting about civic republicanism. I am eager for this bus to return home.

disjointed thoughts

I am torn between a feeling of inactivity and a contempt for tradition in my quest for purpose in this life. There is so much motion all around me wherein I find myself displaced and at odds with the commotion of the others. Today is a day of great solitude and happinesses.
Recently I went to the grocery store, purchasing oranges, bread and some other item. Broccoli. All my choices were unimpeachable certainly, on all ethical and moral basi. Today was spent for the most part watching House MD. Certainly if I could have my pick of celebrity spokesperson, that would be it. Ironic that it took a British playing an American to properly capture that spirit of individualist Anarchism that best represents all which is noble down south.
Evian is my new best friend and the light is my new enemy. Crazy words from a crazy man - or maybe, just maybe, a phrase with which you would have to view my entire life to glimpse the meaning.
All around me people work, necessary jobs get done and I sit and observe and think. Today is a good day because I did not eat out of a dumpster.

The Police

In the past I have accused police of being glorified welfare bums with guns and parasites on society and I would like to expand upon these statements which I still to this day believe to be accurate. They are glorified welfare bums because their salaries are funded by taxation, much like those of the people on welfare. Money is stolen (that is, taken without the consent of the person who it is taken from) from productive people labouring in the private sector and given to the police. In this sense they are glorified welfare bums. It is also in this sense that they are parasites who live off of society. They produce no wealth, indeed they are responsible for the destruction, consumption and the prevention of the creation of wealth. They are not productive members of society, they are parasites.

Now few people will accept that we do not need police. I can tell you in my personal life I have had no use for police, that the violence initiated upon me by citizens and individuals has been nothing compared to the violence initiated upon me by police. I have been harassed, detained, placed under false arrest, kidnapped, detained, thrown violently to the ground, chained, locked up in cages with degenerates and violent scum, lied to and been manipulated by police. They came close to ruining my life and they have ruined the lives of many. I am not now and have never been a violent person, as everyone who has ever known me my entire life will admit, yet the police have been violent towards me, because I do not recognize their authority and I refuse to kiss their feet when they harass me. Yes, it is true I often react with resentment and contempt when stopped by police, but this should be protected by my right to free speech and my right to be free of police harassment.

It is true I am a criminal. I have broken laws in the past, I break laws presently, and will break laws in the future. There are so many god damn laws in this country it is impossible to be a law abiding citizen unless you do nothing but sit on your couch all day and watch television. But St. Thomas Aquinas once wrote that an unjust law is no law and I believe it is not only my right but my duty to break unjust laws, and this is a nation with many unjust laws.

Sadly, what Bastiat once complained about has become ubiquitous in our society; namely that the law has changed from a tool to protect property rights into a tool of plunder. The purpose of law is to defend property rights and to protect individuals from violence. It should not be to mold our behaviour towards societally accepted norms or to take from one man to give to another. These forms of societal controls are ripe for corruption and must be refused.

We do not need police. We do not need people spying on us or telling us what we can produce, consume or trade. Now we do need to deal with violent criminals, thieves, murderers and thugs but the problem with our country is that the government is the largest criminal organization that exists. How can a judge condemn the petty thief of shop lifting when he belongs to an organization that steals hundreds of billions from private citizens every year? This is very much the case of the pirate and the emperor. Furthermore police are useless at preventing crime - the most they can ever do is punish someone after the fact. Instead we need citizens to be vigilant to defend themselves and to protect their property. There is a market for security, for men with guns to defend things, but we should not have a coercive monopoly on the use of force but rather societal norms that prohibit the initiation of violence and a free market in defense from aggression (insurance is one way of dealing with this).

We do not need police to protect us from ourselves, but we most certainly do need someone to protect us from the police.

My political beliefs

Last night I went to Kareoke at the Alcove in Calgary. It was really an incredible time and I especially enjoyed the hot waitress who was kind enough to flirt with me. Mysterious indeed! ;) Much to the dismay of the audience I even took my turn on stage, singing a terrible rendition of the times they are a changing. I will miss this town; the action is great, the people are incredible and everywhere opportunity abounds.

My life is very much in a state of flux right now. What do I want? Where should I head in the future? Why have I accomplished so little... done nothing of significance? What more can I do? How can I better myself and better my life?

I can think of no better place to proselytize than this blog so perhaps I should expand a bit upon my political beliefs.

The term I choose to describe myself is anarcho-capitalist. Anarchism has existed for thousands of years, since Lao-Tzu (as Rothbard wrote http://www.lewrockwell.com/rothbard/ancient-chinese.html ) or probably predating even that great man. Since as long as there has been government there have been those who resist it.

My principle argument against the state is not on the grounds of efficiency or pragmatism (although I think one can and should make those arguments) but rather on morality. We cannot divorce politics and morality. It is immoral to use violence or coercion and the nature of the state is violence. Taxation is fundamentally theft coerced from taxpayers. It is involuntary. Now many disguises of legitimacy have been attached to the state. In the middle ages it was the principle of the divine right of kings. Today intellectual serve the purpose priests once did, whoring out their opinions for a share of the plunder.

There is no problem so great that it cannot be overcome by the creative capacity of a free people. We must demand our freedom, not humbly beg for it from our masters. We should not ask to be free or be grateful for a few crumbs dropped to us so mercifully; we must insist on total and immediate freedom.

Anarchy, as I conceive it, does not mean a society without rules or hierarchies but simply a world in which the initiation of aggression is considered illegitimate no matter the individual or organization who is responsible for that violence or coercion.

It is useful to conceive of the state as a highwayman - indeed, the state is even worse than the robber for at least the brigand is honest about his crime. There is no deceit in the naked barrel of the gun pointed at you but the government not only steals from us and bends us to their will but also insists the whole time this is entirely for our own good.

So from statists I ask only one thing - if all your idiot schemes are so necessary, if everything you promote is so worthy, then allow me to opt out. Let me choose to take part in your programs or not. Make it voluntary. Then we will see if anyone really supports the crazy idea that is the state.

my first post!

This blog is being written from my hotel room in Calgary. It has been a bit of a crazy week, with a lot of high stakes Omaha action. Unfortunately I did not come out ahead for the trip but I managed to keep my losses to a minimum at the very least. They play poker differently out here and I enjoyed meeting the people I met and learning the lessons I did. Talking with my sister really cemented in my mind the idea that life as a professional poker player is not what I want but it is so difficult to find gainful employment that compares with what I have experienced. The freedom and lifestyle that comes with my current occupation will be difficult to match.

Tomorrow I fly home. My plan is to start a restaurant with my friend Dylan Verhulst. The goal is to provide inexpensive and extremely healthy food and we will keep costs low with a minimum of overhead and doing all of the labour ourselves. My belief is that we can do a great service to the public by offering more than your typical lunch counter and Dylan is an experienced chef who is more than capable of running a restaurant. We want to specialize in vegetables, because they are the healthiest of all the foods and I would like to have as expansive a menu as possible and be willing to go off menu in a heart beat.

Politically I am eying a bid for London North Center as an independent politician. My views are fairly radical, being an anarcho-capitalist, and perhaps no one will vote for me, but I think that if I go door to door and tell people what I want to do (which is go to Queens Park and vote No when the government tries to raise taxes or spend money on projects to enrich their friends or further regulate our lives and our businesses) there is a chance I will get a lot of votes. Recently I ran for mayor, and my campaign was a bit of a failure but that was entirely my fault. I didn't fight hard enough. I also challenged Elizabeth May, the leader of the green party, to a debate.

Well, I guess that sort of sums up my life for now. Thank you for reading my blog, and please do not hesitate to post any comments here or e-mail me at canadianliberty@hotmail.com