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[biscuiteater]

Phone me three way please. When I was in high school, I was worrying about grades, my image, other people’s girlfriends, stupid faced teachers, and pimples. Not that I got pimples, but everybody else talked about them like they were some hot shit, so I felt I must indulge. White people's problems are totally my problems too. Yeah

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[perfectlylegal]

Am I a weirdo because I actually looked forward to riding the bus?? Maybe I had a cool bus crowd.

My bus driver would stop and get us breakfast in the morning and in the afternoons, he would stop at the end of the hollow (or a holler, whichever you prefer) and let us get off to smoke cigarettes, then pick us back up on the way out.

You've inspired a bus post.

[biscuiteater]

Your bus driver sounds dope. Mine was dirty, old, and mean, and had an ass crack that could swallow Tom Cruise's ego.

[a_kumquat]

how old is chris?

[biscuiteater]

17.

[a_kumquat]

Huh. I don't remember why I asked.

[biscuiteater]

Face to face AND on the internet.

[biscuiteater]

Whatever. Buy me beer.