white noise i was pleased because i didn't bother rushing to transfer buses.
i was comfortable with my watermelon juice i bought on olvera street.
the bus came right as i finished a smoke.
i opened a book i've read four times like it was the first.
the same young couple and their baby girl climbed on.
the wife recognized me too.
the windows were open and the ac was on.
an old albino asian man had a silly fisherman's hat and golf pants on.
there were flecks of pigment around his ears.
he sat in front of me reading his newspaper from right to left.
i closed my eyes and listened to the song in my head.
people looked at me while i rested without feeling like they should look away.
the baby girl started crying.
the baby girl started crying loudly.
people shot evil glances.
the long haired guy with the pony-tail and tattoos asked if the baby was sick.
the baby got louder.
a man made faces at the baby and made even dumber suggestions on how to get her to quieten.
the baby did a backbend and wailed.
three more heads turned and shot nasty looks.
the long haired pony-tail guy moved seats.
the old asian albino plugged his fingers in his ears for the next twenty blocks.
i got off at my stop and heard nothing remarkable.  ¶ 11:13 AM