Luckily I'm pressed full body up against a sweet young thing. Oh it's just heavenly mixed in with my Canoe. I can barely breathe we are so close. No matter, I don't speak, either does she. I hear music through the perfume and the sweat.
Someone has a transistor radio on the bus.
It's near the window of course. I run into a couple of friends and get the reaction to my wide loud tie I craved. Makes me feel good, different than the rest. Yet I also belong. Had a bread and butter hero with a milk for a quarter.