San Antonio, TX
Thursday April 22, 2004
4:10am I came to the Jim's. I haven't told my story to anybody yet. It's way too loud here. Somebody did recognize me when I came in. This dude Brandon. He just gave me a cigarette. I asked the waitress, "Can you hook me up with a coffee?" She told me, "Ask one of these guys here to help you." She eventually came up and gave me a Sprite.
4:47am I told my story one time at Jim's. It's almost five and the buses start running at 5:30. I'm going to walk over to West and bum some cigarettes off the inbound people and wait for the bus.
5:00am At West I asked one guy cleaning the windows if he had a cigarette. He started pointing at me, "Get off the property! Do you work here?!" I told him, "No, but the buses stop here. I'm not going anywhere. You can't make me." He's probably heard the security guards talking shit about the guy with the stick.
I was like, "Man, calm down! I'm not doing anything." He was all, "I'm just advising you."
I think he went to go squeal on me.
5:52am This lady driver, Ms Woodman, I think her name is. She wouldn't give me a cigarette.
This dude who wouldn't give me his name gave me a cigarette at Crossroads. I appreciate it, brother. Everybody gets credit.
Oh yeah, I never told you. I fell asleep on the bus and I ended up all the way at Ingram Mall. Shit, I'm going to be all tired.
7:47am This bitch driver. See, I ended up at Ingram Mall because I fell asleep on the bus. I bummed a cigarette when she got here. After I finished my cigarette I just got back on the bus. She turns around and says, "I need to see your pass." By that time her attitude pissed me off. I told her, "You saw it the first time I showed it to you. You don't remember? I've got a big stick." She said she needed to see it again. I told her, "My tax money pays your salary. You work for me. Do your job or I'll report you." She goes, "Excuse me?" I repeated myself, "Do your job." She said, "Oh, I'll be right back." She's going to go get the security guard so he'll talk shit to me.
7:54am This incompetent bus driver won't give me her name and operator number. She doesn't have her nameplate in place, like she should. She's not doing her job. They're going to call the transit police. Let's see what happens.
Ha, this is funny. I wonder what's going to happen. She all called the transit police and they're going to come and mess with me. I totally refused to get off her bus. I haven't done anything wrong. I am going to refuse to get off the bus at all. She's all trying to kick me off the bus now. Screw that. I have a bus pass. I paid my fare(actually, some kid gave it to me downtown. 4-6-04). She needs to do her job.
8:07am We are still here. There's other people on the bus and everything, man. She's digging her own grave.
8:11am Another 610 already came, so everybody else got on that one. I was contemplating getting on it too, but I want to see what happens. This bitch has to do her job in the end.
My name ain't Victor for nuthin'.
I'm having a good morning, man. My book's going to be really interesting. This is going to be a badass chapter. Nothing but the truth.
(I'm saying all this stuff right in front of the driver.)
I am going to show the whole world how ignorant it is.
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