Im knocked sick, this bus ride is awful.
Aside from this I'm enthralled by the views, by views I mean the lovely countryside with its hills and trees and cows and shit not the weird oddly shaped fat bird two seats down or the two miserable birds moaning about the fact that they have a job and their part time hours are too much for them to handle. Sick.
Daydreaming has always been me, I like to think a lot, too much infact, I could be watching the most interesting documentary and I'm thinking about something else.
The bus all of a sudden slams to a halt and big slimy tentacles smash through the windows and tears all the women's clothes off and some big horrible blob of a monster tears the front of the bus off (along with the driver) and all the women run to me for protection. I can't actually offer any protection but it would be nice to pretend and grab myself a bit of tit.
Anyway, my day dream is over. Short and sweet yes but I'm here. The bus stop is a five minute walk from we're I'm meant to be and I need a piss. If i could just find a bush then all would be great but there's fat chance because a, it's 9am and I'll defiantly get spotted and b, I'm in a fucking city so, where's the fucking bushes? Better pick up the pace....
Oh, I'm here. The big glowing sign above my head states...
"I'm Chris, welcome to my world"