You know what's really depressing? Riding the bus. You know what's more depressing than that? Riding the bus at night.
At the bus stop, a homeless guy looked me and started muttering, then got out two beers and proceeded to open them and spill them on the ground. He didn't even drink any. He just spilled them. And then left.
I try not to look at people on the bus, but it was hard since I had to stand up most of the way on the trip back. Once a seat became available, I sat down, then looked up to see the man who had left me the seat (and was about to leave) look at me. He was Hispanic and wore what looked like a stetson. And he only had one eye - the other was completely empty. He smiled and then the bus stopped and he got off.
The other weird thing was that when I got off the bus, there were a group of kids - none of them older than thirteen, I think - who were just huddling around the bus stop. They weren't waiting for the bus, because none of them got on when it stopped. But one of them looked at me and smiled. It was creepy.
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