Nathaniel’s adventures on the bus

So… I’m sitting on the bus the other day happily minding my own business. Across from me on one of the side seats sits a young couple. A boy and a girl probaly around 24 or so, but look much older due to drug use. I’m gonna say meth. Regardless, they look like nice people.

Both of them keep looking at me with big smiles every so often. “Oh boy, they’re checking me out!”

When they reach their stop (at Skid Row) the guy approaches me with a smile, puts his arm around me and says “Are you hungry bro?” “What? Not really, why?” “I saw you pickin’ your ear and eatin’ it!”

I wasn’t picking my ear, I was actually ripping the hair out of my sideburns. I enjoy ripping hair out of various parts of my body, it’s a nervous habit I’ve always had. A friend of mine who’s studying to be a shrink tries to feed me the notion that it’s some sort of mental disorder. I’m sure it is, but frankly, it’s not high on the list of things I want to change or correct about myself. It’s a victimless crime which leaves patches of my body silky smooth.

I’m not ashamed of this, so in earshot of half the bus I explain this to him. He’s rather intrigued, but in a hurry to get his fix. He shakes my hand and dissapears into the vortex of Skid Row.

Sigh, I thought he fancied me…

I am a resident of Burnaby, British Columbia, Canada who has blogged here for 20 years. I like to share my thoughts and feelings on my own online space. From 1998 until 2017 I worked as a journalist and I hope to use this website as an archive for all of my stories.

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