It's always nice to have someone to talk to on the bus. Sometimes you get that, if you're lucky. I did and was. I was drawing a lady who just would not sit still.... I was getting irritated with her face and started drawing her hair. Suddenly, a man I saw who had gotten on earlier with armfuls of bags asked what type of medium I use. That turned into so much artsy fartsy talk and, ultimately I made a friend! When I asked for his name to find him on Facebook, he just said "M-K." Mk it is.
We're friends now and both admire (perhaps are envious of) each other's art. Well, I know I'm envious of his. Those are some great things that happen on the bus. But of course, like today there is always an old Asian lady to grasps her purse tightly in case you try to steal it or a grown ass man that makes the whole bus smell like weed... Yeah, days like today aren't the best, but, I suppose.... Could be worse.
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