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i started here. then i moved to here. haven't touched them in ages. and even though the contents have long been deleted, i still feel like they are dirty little secrets that blogger can't seem to erase. ack.
i used to write about folks i'd see on the bus. specifically, this super cute little 17 year old kid with pimples. he was so cute. i wish i knew what he was up to these days. our commute times changed at some point and i never saw him again.
i miss riding the bus. i miss writing about riding on the bus. i met so many great people. one time, i picked up a hitchhiker from peru who was wandering around deep ellum like he was going to find a place to sleep. (?!) seriously, he was looking for a hostel. so i took him home with me via dart and fed him dinner. later, i tried to check him into the hotel santa fe, but they were booked for week-long rentals, so i dragged him along to an art meeting and then he slept at our house for the night. the next day, he got back on dart and was on his way. paul was so cool about it. i know i'm a little nutty and all, but i can remember numerous occasions while backpacking solo across europe that it would have been really nice to have had a native show me the public transport and feed me dinner and then save me 70 bucks on hotel. while that exact scenario never happened to me, i have to say, i have been treated with equally inexplicable grace and kindness before while traveling alone.
