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Because you're a bounty hunter now.
The hip, urban lifestyle naturally involves buses. That's
just the way. Frustrating and tedious as they might be, their purpose is
to get you where you need to be; but now you can turn this embittering
dependency into highly profitable adventure, and the only skill you need
is a cool hatred of -- stupid people. Don't let your emotions get
involved. You aren't on a crusade. All that compels you is the knowledge
that on their heads a handsome sum rests. Beyond that, ride the bus as
you normally would, and let nature take its course. Listen to your
walkman, or read a fashionable magazine, and but remain detached from the
human drama. Once in awhile, and you'll never know when (be vigilant, but
be hip. This is a hobby for your spare time or while on your way to
somewhere else. Visit your grandparents in the suburbs now and again, and all
will be well), some highly "cool" person will take a pen, a marker, or a
knife and -- with a glance-glance here and a glance-glance there -- start
himself some vadalizin'. Slick back for a second... you're cool and
congealed like Jell-o. Give him time to indulge in his art (because
everyone hates buses, after all)... wait for it... wait for it...
wait... wait... get his trust and...
SNICKITY CLICK! Handcuff that
sucker to one of the many convenient poles on the bus and stuff a mint in
his mouth for his trouble. Happy bounty hunting. |
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