The Wheels on the Bus Go....

Every Wednesday I sit through hell in my UNIV 101 class. It's completely pointless, my advisor is a dumbass and well...the whole process is like pulling teeth! Well, I survived somehow and waiting anxciously for the bus.--yes, it's the story of my life!

I boarded and quickly found a seat in the front; with bookbag and jacket in lap, I sat there staring out the window. VCU is city but there's always something to look at, whether it's the old Miller and Rhoads that's being torn to shreds, the longboarders trying with all their might not ot fall off and make a fool of themselves, or just the black, polluted streets that Ive grown accostomed to.

Today was no ordinary day, for broadstreet was packed to the max, cars moving like dead lice! We sat at a light for about 5 full minutes and BAM! out of now where there was a "scccrrreeeeeeech" of rubber on the asphalt. And a blur of green, black and brown. Low and behold, the car hit human flesh--an innocent hobo on a bike. I could just read it on the drivers face, "Damn! That hobo came outta nowhere!"

Poor man, I literally sprinkled a tear cause he tried to get up and leave---no health insurance. The cop moved him off the street and he sat on the sidewalk. And there's nothing left of his bike.

So the lesson learned....check the crosswalks, and when you see a biker--you should prolly stop driving!