Bus Stop

[Robert Crisman]

I was riding the bus and the driver pulled up at a stop, and a guy was at the stop smoking, and the driver opened the door and said, "Put that cigarette out" like a cop; bad mistake.

The guy hopped on the bus and dragged the driver right out the door and kicked his ass bloody--and what he said after was chill for all time:

He called the driver a nazi-ass bastard to start with, then said, "You fuck, I will torture your ass, you think-you-a-cop motherfucker," and described all the horrors that he would inflict if he ever caught the driver alone--"and I will, motherfucker." He said that he'd take out his eyes and his tongue, and cut off his hands and his feet and his dick, "and I'll make your faggot ass eat it, you hear me, cocksucker?"

The driver, lying there bloody, still conscious, and blinded by fear, choked out a barely audible yes, and then the guy leaned in and said, "And then, bitch, I'll leave you alive..." and he said this so quietly, man, through his teeth, and he meant every word, and I knew that the driver would live with the picture of pain that he'd painted forever.

And I saw the rage of the world exploding, poisoned rage gone insane at things as they are in this hell that we've built for ourselves on this planet, and I knew as sure as stars gave me breath that nothing could ever contain it again.

 

[Angela]

This left me feeling like we all teeter on the edge.

[Mike Handley]

Whoa ... powerful imagery, Robert. As much as I hate violence, REALLY hate it, I'm sort of with the dude. There are too many think-they're-a-cop motherfuckers.