8 minutes till the bus comes, so i head out the door, down the block, 'round the corner. hop on the sunday evening, uncrowded 24. up front is a shaggy slightly dishevled corduroyed guy. asking for reassurance from the operator when the bus stops at diamond. celltalking. i'm listening to music - the 24 line makes me a particularly evil readingsick. we got on at the same stop. his question makes me think he's not from around here.
then i go to the movies with the guy who sold me my bike a few weeks ago.
standing in the mezzanine, fishfry calls up to me from the lobby. earlier in the day i thought about inviting her to see the film with us - she would like it, anime about dreams. but she's here to see something else.
afterwards we walk back to the busstop, only a 2 minute wait.
music back on. a friendly operator who waves me past when i'm fishing for my transfer. one guy greets him knowingly after hopping on; they chat it up. down in the castro, shaggy cords gets on again. oh - smiles. sits crosslegged near me. he's got a worn greyhound luggage tag on his backpack (a-ha). after a bit, he moves up to the front and begins talking with the operator. i exit at the front of the bus, and i am wished a good night.
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